Detroit Flow

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