Lyrics Detroit 2 Inglewood - Bandgang Lonnie Bands, Beno, Ice Burgandy

Detroit 2 Inglewood

AJC
Boy
I hear you, JC
Beep
I ain’t gon' lie, ayy
When I pull up to that scene, bitch, have my drink
You want Moet, lil' ho?
I want Ace of Spades
My dawg still FaceTime me when he down the way
Bring them ones to our section, I ain’t tipping lames
It’s just me and this fentanyl
Murder was the case 'bout this new dawg
Big old loads, I’m talking U-Hauls
Livin' my best life like Duval
Or maybe say he got the best dope like he two dog
We pull our pistols, playing jazz like it’s Utah
We play the field, hit your side, boy, like foosball
I hit your lil' bitch pussy, I stood too tall
I just went and got two off
She done snort a whole eightball, now she Rudolf
I’m on 8 Mile eating lamb chops at Truf, dawg
I done found some niggas in the town that can move dog
Lil' pretty bitch, where she bome from?
I’m gon' hit the white with the nunchucks
We gon' send it out of state and we gon' double up
I can’t hit the scene without my double cups
She flew to Dubai and got her booty done
It cost an extra three just to lift it up
The chopper get to spitting, get to acting dumb
I’m 'bout to catch a body and another one
Bitch, hand me the Percs, I ate the other ones, hmm
Quick to smack a bitch, go get your brother 'nem, hmm
Bro just got them shh, we 'bout to stomp on them, huh
My dawg gotta eat, we gotta crunch on them
Hey, this a shred, hands up, don’t move, ayy
When you jump in this shit, boy, it’s no rules, hey
We could get rich, all we need is strong food
Nigga, I made a hundred strips nigga, off the Pro Tools
Pull up on your pussy ass so smooth
Came up off the pills first, then the food
I ain’t likin' how they playin' it, they finna move
Once it’s your time, it’s your time, can’t snooze
Brodie got his gun in here, so who the fool?
Let a nigga play with us, then watch the news
Beezy in the longsleeve, shootin' moves
All freeway action, put the bitch in Tom Cruise