Detroit Flow lyrics

[Intro: Spinabenz]
Nine is on the sign (Alright)
Until the nine is on the sign (f*ck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
You know? Hmm
I can't take n*ggas serious like these hoes
These n*ggas all gay, we all straight
We all paid, ayy

[Verse 1: Spinabenz]
I could tell you goin' broke, n*gga
Everybody laughin' at you, you a joke, n*gga
I get paid to rap, I get a— for a show
My lil' n*gga still f*ckin' with them 'bows on the low, n*gga
I guess your loan money runnin' out
n*gga, I get paid just to talk, so I don't see a drought
Better watch what you say when you talk, can get shot in the mouth
n*gga, I rock chains like a slave, but I work for I (Grrah, bah, brrah)
Okay, Saks Fifth shoppin'
Eight fifty on the Off-White, hot top, okay
What I spent on weed today, I should've bought a Glock
Tryna say f*ck you in a better way, kick rocks
b*tch, stop, tick tock (Ayy, okay)
Chopper time, tornado kid to the rescue
Twenty bands for one, you get fifty if you catch two
I just bought some sh*t so big, could shoot straight through a vestibule
Had to ball with that chopper, shot him in his testicles (sh*t, sh*t)
Somebody get a toilet
I would say drop a bag, but you probably can't afford it
Broke n*gga tryna lease, don't got a grind, I can't support it
Your girl probably the man of the house, Norbit
Ooh, she let me put it in her mouth, Orbit
Youngin gettin' blues in a drought, Corbin
Shorty, you the one, let's go to Washington, Georgia
Chain got these motherf*ckers drownin', water
[Verse 2: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
Steppin' on these n*ggas in some kicks that they ain't heard of
He bustin' off a bean, my dog on lean, he like a turtle
Ayy, I bang the B's for Bink and got two guns 'cause I murder (Bink Gang)
Wish a n*gga play with me, b*tch, on my son, I'ma hurt him (Rrrt)
I don't trick, b*tch, but I might buy a ho somethin'
Ain't payin' your whole rent, but I might give a b*tch like four hundred
Ayy, lil' b*tch ain't used to sh*t, she ain't got no money (Broke b*tch)
All that beggin', ho, you need to start a GoFundMe
On the floor reckless, ho, we can sign your baby daddy
Your friend don't like me 'cause lil' gang smoked her baby daddy
Why you bring that b*tch 'round anyway? She tryna get the addy
Why you bring the b*tch 'round anyway? Ain't tryna let me stab it (Lil' b*tch)
Ayy, b*tch, this the f*ck house (Ayy, b*tch)
You ain't gon' suck it 'til I nut, then lil' b*tch, get the f*ck out (Bye)
What the f*ck you mean your jaws tired?
You said don't nut in your mouth? Well, look here, b*tch, nut in your eyes

[Outro: Whoppa Wit Da Choppa]
For real man, don't, don't come over here with that sh*t (sh*t)
If you, if you wanna talk and all that sh*t, b*tch, I am not Tevin Campbell (Think I'm a therapist, n*gga)
This the f*ckin' house, we is not playin' (I'm Whoppa Wit Da Choppa)
Can we ta—