New Detroit lyrics

[Intro]
Yop!
n*gga

[Chorus]
You can't feel how I feel, lil' hoe, you don't be makin' nothin'
Mama said, she don't care what I do just don't be takin' nothin'
Bae don't do too much, you already know the truth, you facin' one
Boy, you dumb, try to step in my shoes and you couldn't lace 'em up, I got t—
Yeah, I'll go lay it up, bae, I'm t—
I can't feel my legs, you already made me numb
I ain't sad, I know in my head it ain't gon' make me nothin'
I don't fast, I think of that bag whenever I make me lunch
n*ggas washed, they not next, hate it that's my top flex
Health Nut, but she get touchy feely like she popped X
I put it on, but that expression on my face is not a dress
I see the load in rap, I don't even gotta go touch no Pyrex

[Post-Chorus]
All my n*ggas be talkin' 'bout yeah 'cause all we know is yeah
I know my dawg'll tweak for bread, I'm hopin' he uses his head
On ten of my toes 'cause I'm still all in, I put it on both my legs
I told all my pros (?)
Told dawg that I'm only tryna talk 'bout blues he keep on talkin' 'bout red
I'm sick, she lovin' me over her dawg, I'm finna go tell her, man
That you won't care 'bout it if she choose, it ain't finna fold my plans
That you won't care 'bout what she do, she ain't finna fold my bread
[Verse]
All my n*ggas be talkin' 'bout pros 'cause all we know is up
That's God, don't ask me why I'm—, lil' hoe, you know I'm stuck
That's me, myself and I feel like my squad, I'm over us
f*ck them millions, I watched you pick a side, that's why I'm over trust

[Chorus]
You can't feel how I feel 'cause lil' hoe, you don't be makin' nothin'
Pops said, she don't care what I do just don't go out no chump
Bae, don't do too much, you already know the truth, a major one
Boy, you dumb, try to step in my shoes and you couldn't make 'em run up, I got ts—
Yeah, I'll go lay it up, bae, I'm ts—
I can't feel my legs, you already made me numb
I ain't sad, I know in my head it ain't gon' make me nothin'
I don't fast, I think of that bag whenever I make me lunch
n*ggas washed, they not next, hate it that's my top flex
Health Nut, but she get touchy feely like she popped X
I put it on, but that expression on my face is not a dress

[Post-Chorus]
I see the load in rap, I don't even gotta go touch no Pyrex
All my n*ggas be talkin' 'bout yeah 'cause all we know is yeah
I know my dawg'll tweak for bread, I'm hopin' he uses his head
On ten of my toes 'cause I'm still all in, I put it on both my legs
I told all my pros (?)
Told dawg that I'm only tryna talk 'bout blues he keep on talkin' 'bout red
I'm sick, she lovin' me over her dawg, I'm finna go tell her, man
That you won't care 'bout it if she choose, it ain't finna fold my plans
That you won't care 'bout what she do, she ain't finna fold my bread
[Verse 2]
That's you but I can't go for that if baby ain't my stan
I'm movin', I ain't goin' back for who don't understand
I'm happy that hoe broke my heart, it took me out my trance
I'm happy for this load I got, it took me out my jam
I'll die before I play the side, I pray you understand
I'll fly before I nine to five, that sh*t feels like a scam
I promise you gon' see me solid, that's just who I am
Thank God he heard me, perfect time when she got out my hands

[Outro]
New Detroit n*gga