Letras
Two up
Look, let me talk to him
Two up
Yeah
New benz off the lot, and your bitch already in it
New lofi everyday, I just might fuck the diamond district
Real members say, baby, how it feel to be with a rich crip
These niggas capped out, you ain't getting money
Then you can't feel me, I'ma blow it
He still posting throwbacks from 2020
Ain't put Lulu on her butt, just Chanel and Amiri
My legs broke, why you talking about kicking it, bitch
Kill it, bring the money and the neck
Check first, you ain't lyrik
I bled Melrose the Beverly, I'm in and out of Saks Fifth
Take that Fugazi watch off, he got a sad wrist
Man, I wouldn't have no rank if I ain't take a risk
Man, this nigga wouldn't know my name if I ain't fuck his bitch
Shit get critical to be real, so don't be playing I'm off the dark
But, I got locs chunking Veight
They ain't playing, we come through without a post
You should really watch what you saying
Keep telling me about how good her pussy is
You should sell it
You are not a flocker, nigga
Think he bopping, snatching necklaces
You buster up
Don't really want to fight, so kill that extra shit
Yeah, I'm Detroit
Ask your bitch about me, bet she plead the fifth
You ask me about the ho, I don't know shit about her eating dick
And if she say she ain't got no friends, then she a sneaky bitch
Cash for gold, this ain't no movie, but I got scenes with this
No cap the type the finger, fuck the trigger on some freaky shit
My bitch in her own bag, I be begging her not to leave and shit
I bled Melrose the Beverly, I'm in and out of Saks Fifth
Take that Fugazi watch off, he got a sad wrist
Man, I wouldn't have no rank if I ain't take a risk
Man, this nigga wouldn't know my name if I ain't fuck his bitch
Shit get critical to be real, so don't be playing I'm off the dark
But, I got locs chunking Veight
They ain't playing, we come through without a post