Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out of Detroit, artist - Kid VishisDate of issue: 11.03.2013
Song language: English
Out of Detroit |
| Straight out of Detroit, a crazy motherfucker named Vishis |
| Aiming for the richest though I come from the trenches |
| Son of a killer, get lead poison from the thriller |
| Bullets missed you, it’s cool |
| Cause it’ll still hit you nigga |
| I’m back, a black lone ranger, divine force |
| On my high horse, riding round looking for danger |
| Detroit mangler, I see Royce famous so I’m hungry |
| But keep the fame, I just want the money |
| Like 3 men in one, get your gun right now |
| If I verse the power to put your lights out |
| When I strike-out, lash-out, your ass out |
| How you going to war with royalty? |
| What your cash bout? |
| I came here to stomp you, till you bleed |
| I walked in wearing Jordans, red bottoms when I leave |
| Catch you in the club, and see it dumping |
| While your fist pumping |
| You cash your jewels bitch, run it |
| You hard when you rhyme boy |
| But your crew remind me of bitches in men’s clothes |
| Y’all a bunch of tom boys |
| Put your swag in a bag zip it up |
| Prolly trash, if you can spit |
| It still ain’t sick as us |
| Nigga trust I’m head hunting your pumpkin |
| But lead dumping and spread down to your legs |
| From aims nothing |
| Big bank take little bank |
| You’ll lose Morris Day stash |
| Couple extra grand in the shoes |
| You about to witness the natural maturation of Ryan |
| Taking it back to fat laces and iron |
| I am on an actual fact basis, spacing out on the track |
| Weight supplying |
| Be came a long way from niggas wanting me blown away |
| To after I’m gone wanting my bones donated to science |
| Predicting my own unpredictable fate |
| The same as the Mayans |
| I’m when you define great |
| Then continue to translate it to crime, uh |
| The ill pedigree, tell your ho chill |
| She gotta kneel before the «d» and then I let her see |
| And before I let her be |
| I drop her in the A, let her spree |
| She shopping till she fell asleep |
| As soon as the emblem on the Benz |
| Hit the hood tell her peace |
| Like Meta World, never let a girl |
| Like ?, better you instead of me |
| Now tell the feds the can alphabetically swallow a set of these |
| And that’s right, Vishis your boy protégé |
| Riding in the infamous Bentley and Porsche motorcade |
| Every chick you know is a ho, my boat stow away |
| Every goon I roll with’s a throw away four-four away |
| Y’all trying to teach, I’m tryna just win fuck pointers |
| I got enough ends to cut corners |
| Just join us, as I ride for status, my status on grind |
| Niggas who mind don’t matter |
| Who matter don’t mind |