Detroit Flow lyrics

[Intro]
On the gang n*gga

[Verse]
Ops keep sayin' they gon' slide, we gon' find out
Get the drop, pull up on 'em like it's my house
b*tch n*gga, when that pressure on, ain't no time out
I be really in the field, I don't hide out
You was textin' like a big girl, oh you shy now?
Boy you ain't gon' pick that pipe up, n*gga pipe down
I ain't put no ring up on that b*tch, she got piped down
Baby girl want me to eat the what? b*tch you psyched out
Got this b*tch bussin' back to back, this her ninth round
I just put a drum on a gleek, b*tch weigh nine pounds
I pull up to any n*gga hood, n*gga ice out
b*tch, we on that one time
And I ain't have to force that b*tch to f*ck, I asked her one time
I pull up with that brr, n*gga drum line
Pull up about my fadе, n*gga run mine
The ops Romeo, 'causе they must die
Put that strap to his face, leave hime bug eye'd
n*gga I was sleepin' on myself I had tot uprise
n*gga pull up over here then he's a dumb guy
n*gga I was slidin' for my brother, when he just died
Chain so icey, make the sunshine
Police pullin' up my raps in court, b*tch they just rhymes
Heard that dumb n*gga blew his bag, and he just signed
Yeah, I'll pull up with that dynamite, n*gga good times
I'll pull up with that bop bop, now he gone n*gga
Clutchin' in the club, walk up on 'em, take his pole
I got n*ggas that I love, that I can't trust, I play 'em close
Main b*tch side b*tch, it don't matter, I'm playin' both
Put a op on the news, celebrate it, make toast
Why these n*ggas never slide? They too busy makin' posts
Yeah, di*k in her ribs, I was tryna shake the boat
And when you hear that skrt skrt, I was tryna shake them folks
When you hear that skrt skrt, I was tryna shake them people
My bro Danny Glover with that b*tch, 'cause he lethal
I was eighteen, totin' sh*t that's illegal
Ugh, the way she suck the di*k, b*tch you evil
Dark ass b*tch on my line, it's a beetle
n*gga touch my chain, what you high off a needle?
Big body truck, fill it up with the diesel
b*tch put this di*k in your mouth I'ma feed you
b*tch I'm big dog, how the f*ck is we equal?
Ops wanna meet, but the Glock is gon' greet you
When I slide down n*ggas blocks, I don't see you
And b*tch you not food, why the f*ck would I eat you?
On the gang
[Outro]
On the gang n*gga