Detroit Flow Lyrics

Made me so much this week, it don't make sense You can see right through me, nigga, that's fake lens

Had to cut some niggas cause I want no fake friends Fuckin' two thotties at the same time,I aint know they twins

Double cup my right hand, shit got me trippin' Glock nineteen will hit yo mans, don't make me catch him slippin

Why your bitch on my pants? Maybe she wanna kick it I'ma give her one chance, then I gotta dip it

I aint chasing no hoe bitch, I'm runnin' through that bag Niggas be so broke, nowadays this shit is sad

Cryin' to me about your problems, bitch, I'm not your dad Lightskin bitch, with a fatty? Hit it from the back

I ain't playing with none you niggas, yeah, I'm in that mode I be runnin' through to them bands, you be walkin' slow

Give a bad bitch the pipe, I aint talkin Mario Give me about two years, and see how far we go

Choppers gonna hit you up everywhere just like this bass Tell the bitch I don't even want no pussy, I just want some face

Make it clap, clap, clap, clap, just like patty cake Making all these hits, back-to-back, bitch I feel like I'm Drake

Making all these bands in a day, shit, feel like none All these commas in a fuckin' bank, nigga, you got none

If I see a opp, I'ma spray, then I'ma keep gunnin' Ten times ten in this bitch, I'ma keep it hunnid

I don't need a chorus in this bitch, it's just a freestyle I already know I'm gonna blow it soon, it ain't gonna be while

Niggas keep biting ' my swag like a crocodile I'ma keep runnin' this shit, I don't need a mile

I'ma keep stackin' my bread till it reach the roof All I need is money, bad bitches, and record in my booth

I'm ballin scorin' on, niggas, I don't need a hoop Party full of bad bitches, and they comin' too

she think I fell in love but I ain't gonna cuff her up I'm just do the hit and dip because i dont give a fuck

I ain't gonna cuff a hoe bitch, I chase them bucks Told that bitch, you trippin'? What's up in your cup

You know how to walk the bitch, bitch, strut it like a Trojan These niggas mad I'm blowin' up, and I'm gettin' motion

The guns you post on the gram look odd what you Totin? I was sent straight from God, yeah, I know it's chosen

Uh shit freestyle in this bitch, you already know I'm comin

Yeah, I don't rappin' on Detroit, but this shit fun as hell I aint gonna lie