Detroit Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, DJ Showoutt, f*ck goin' on?)
Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I really just like how I sound on these beats, I don't even be meanin' a flow like this
None of that sh*t, this sh*t just be going on like this
(Young Cutta, run it up)
Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I feel like these n*ggas just gotta feel me, you know, I'm just
I just high, talk my sh*t
I just play that sh*t accordingly, you know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hol' on

[Verse]
Hocus pocus, pop up on 'em with this ratchet
n*ggas hate 'cause we got plenty cake and they be livin' tragic
I got b*tches tryna f*ck 'cause they see racks in all this fashion
That ho call me Michael Jackson, put a glove on when I'm smashin'
I got bows inside the cabinet, what you need?
I'ma break him down, I'm tryna stretch him, limousine (I'm tryna stretch him)
Ride through Hollywood, I drop the top and pour in lean (Gang)
We got more clips than a movie, hit his block, we shooting scenes
Ayy, come and rob who? Which one you n*ggas tryin'?
If everybody with the sh*ts, then b*tch, which one you n*ggas lying?
Say he blitzin', call him Simba, that pus*y n*gga lion
Hit the top with all my partners, b*tch, I feel it's perfect timing (Gang, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
And they know I keep a hammer, get my Thor on (Get my Thor on)
Lot of straps inside this b*tch, it look like Warzone (Bah, bah, bah, pow)
Try to slide for one of your partners and get toed on
That type of sh*t'll go wrong, them statements gon' get wrote on (Dumbass)
They ain't gotta let me in 'cause I'ma move y'all
The di*k that's on that gun, it ain't been used and it got blue balls
Push up with that weight, lil' bro'll move it like the U-Haul
I'm rollin' like some skates, I poured an eight and that b*tch too raw (Drank)
Red dot upon his nose, I leave 'em froze, we call him Rudolph
Spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes, b*tch, I done flew off
They in love with giving noggin', make them hoes come have a chew off
I see all you n*ggas scared, just use your head 'fore it get blew off
Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain't changed, n*gga (b*tch)
Quincho steady poppin' sh*t just like a painkiller (I'm poppin')
Gave my team them racks, then went and bought a chain, n*gga (Gang)
A lot of b*tches tryin' to kick it, Liu Kang, n*gga
A lot of b*tches on me, b*tches want me 'cause the Rollie dance
Ain't no in between, I'm gettin' the green, the guacamole, man
You the type of n*gga hit the screen and pay for OnlyFans
Murder, robbin', trappin', stealin', all up in my homie plans
I put hoes in goalie stance when I stand 'em
I'm gon' f*ck hoes in a ratchet, having more hoes than a pageant
Get the backend and I stack it, it hit past ten and I'm trappin'
Then I'm all ten when it's action, I'ma keep it real, no flaggin' (Gang, hol' on)
[Outro]
Ayy, n*ggas know I got it from my daddy
Ayy, ayy, that b*tch tryna twerk the jelly
I'ma take the lil' ho to the telly, ayy
So much numbers, add up barely, hold on
Lot of choppas in this b*tch like Call of Duty, hol' on
Bruce Wayne, hoppin' out, we shoot a movie, hol' on
Hol' on, he ain't never played with Stoogie
She got more dome than Stewie, mmm, mmm, mmm, not doozy, hol' on
Hey, choppa leave him wet just like jacuzzi
Ayy, ayy
'Cause I'm hard