Oh yeah
You hear me?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
What up, Helly?
Wake these niggas the fuck up, man
All my Detroit niggas
I’m from Detroit where we call pills beans, we call bodies hats
We call the type of bitch that charge a nigga with rats
Bro remind me to go take a couple links off the Rollie
Baby Grizz touchin’ soon, I’m gon’ toss this bitch to brodie
You would think lil’ bro and them was movie writers how they strikin’
We don’t fear no man unless that man send out indictments
I know niggas who ain’t never had a job talkin’ ’bout retirin’
I be in the trap with old heads that’s richer than Joe Biden
Fuck with me, dog, but don’t fuck with me, dog
That pain nobody wanna feel, that’s what we cause
Bro’ll come and throw your shit on the glass, then slide off
Have your peoples in the hospital cryin’, punchin’ the wall
That ain’t even what we on though, we tryna ball
Label tryna re-up, tell ’em we can jump on a call
But you know what type of numbers I’m talkin’, that shit ain’t small
Ain’t the same dirty nigga used to be fightin’ at the mall
Lamb’ truck, Bentley truck, Rolls truck that bag around
Car insurance gang, these boys ain’t got no problem crashin’ out
If your lady bad, pop out with her if you let her out
I catch her out, I make her suck it ’til she cry her lashes out
I thank God, life for me completely changed
I can finally see the light, spent my whole life in the rain
They say that I stole shit, actin’ gangster for this fame
My response to that shit, I wish the police thought the same
Rich, but I’m still a street nigga like my wagon wheel
Treat these bad bitches like some coins, I get head and tails
Instead of one Birkin, I buy her ten Chanels
Matter fact twelve, now all year my bitch gon’ give ’em hell
Who told the bitches it was dumb, Tee?
I bought an empty with up it, don’t tempt me
Benz Jeep G series, the last three years
I don’t care if you get shot, nigga, keep starin’
I don’t care if you mournin’, do somethin’
Niggas gettin’ spent all month for my two hundred
Blue money, new money, Jew money
I’ma know it’s on the ‘Wood if they ain’t through none
Still on the East too, buyin’ cheap juice
Free smoke, free shirts, and free suits
See, youngin, I heard about you, they say you ain’t really on that
How you mentionin’ Liz and got no hats?
Fuck hoodies, we want more hats, on that
Right move, wrong nigga, I don’t want no songs with you
All that playin’, we really get on shit
All that cappin’, I really could
Yeah, I really’ll step too
I’m on a jet too, just paid for my next two
Fuck nigga, y’all niggas gon’ stretch who?
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