Detroit Flow lyrics

[Intro]
([?][0:00], good looking, my n*gga) Hoo, phew
Ayy, hoo, tss, ayy
Yeah, she said she f*ck with my Detroit flow
Ayy, I make that b*tch—, mm, ayy, big-ass Glock, I let that b*tch blow
Ayy, hold on, ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
You ain't got no killing, ayy, okay, look

[Chorus]
Ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top, she got no ceilings
How the f*ck you up four bodies and got no killing?
You n*ggas broke, been broke, we ain't got no dealings
These n*ggas gay, y'all cap, and get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping, they paging me still
Running up these racks, I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, n*gga switched, I look out for him still

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, come and work for us, you unemployed, bro
Florida youngin, shorty f*ck with my Detroit flow
I don't even like to carry guns, ain't got no choice, though
This Lil Durk gas, it's so loud, you hear the voice, ho
I don't write no letters, I skipped A and went to K
All this sh*t on me, n*gga, play and you gon' lay
Ayy, twenties in my pocket, this just what I made today, ayy
I ain't never been to Tampa, catch me cooling with ya bae, ayy
Rockstar life, yeah, baby, live it up
Racks on the floor like we some hoarders, b*tch, pick it up
You gon' have to kill me 'fore you ever make me give it up
Ten toes down, I won't never let my pivot up
Ayy, and this a muhf*ckin' freestyle
She was a good girl in school, but she a freak now
Ayy, yeah, lil' shawty freaked out
Ayy, I'm coming like LeBron, I bring that heat out
Ayy, how you real when you switched up?
Them crackers put you in that room, then you b*tched up
Money like Milwaukee, all my n*ggas, we got big bucks
Push up on them with a big stick, this b*tch sit up
[Chorus]
Ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top, she got no ceilings
How the f*ck you up four bodies and got no killing?
You n*ggas broke, been broke, we ain't got no dealings
These n*ggas gay, y'all cap, and get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping, they paging me still
Running up these racks, I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, n*gga switched, I look out for him still