Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Detroit Flow, artist - Quin Nfn.
Date of issue: 09.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Detroit Flow |
I really just like how I sound on these beats, I don’t even be mean, you know |
Flow like this, another shit that should just be going on like |
(Young Cutta, run it up) |
Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy |
I feel like these niggas just gotta feel me, you know, I’m just |
I just high talk mys hit |
I just play that shit a quarter, you know |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Hold on, hocus pocus, pop up on 'em with this ratchet |
Niggas hate 'cause we got plenty cake and they be livin' tragic |
I got bitches tryna fuck 'cause they see racks in all this cash |
That hoe call me Michael Jackson, put a glove on when I’m smashin' |
I got balls inside the cabinet, what you need? |
I’ma break him down, I’m tryna stretch him, limousine (I'm tryna stretch him) |
Ride through Hollywood, I drop the top and pour in lean |
We got more clips than a movie, hit his block, we shooting scenes (Ayy) |
Come in raw pooh, which one you niggas tryin'? |
If everybody with the shits, then bitch, which one you niggas lying? |
Say he blizzy call up Simba, that pussy nigga lying |
Hit the top with all my partners, bitch, I feel it’s perfect timing (Gang, huh, |
uh, uh) |
And they know I keep a hammer, get my Thor on (Get my Thor on) |
Lot of straps inside this bitch, it look like Warzone (Pa, pa, pa, pow) |
Try to slide for one of your partners and get tote on |
That type of shit that go wrong, them statements gon' get wrote on (Dumbass) |
They ain’t gotta let me in 'cause I’ma move y’all |
The dick that’s on that gun, it ain’t been used and it got blue balls |
Push up with that weight, lil' bro, I’m moving like the U-Haul |
I’m rollin' like some skates, I poured an eight and that bitch too raw |
Red dot upon his nose and leave 'em frozen, call him Rudolph |
Spent some racks upon my toes and all my clothes, bitch, I didn’t flew off |
They in love with giving noggin', make them hoes come have a chew out |
I see all you niggas scared, just use your head 'fore it get blew out |
Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain’t changed, nigga (Bitch) |
Quit y’all steady poppin' shit just like a painkiller (I'm poppin') |
Gave my team them racks, then went and bought a chain, nigga (Gang) |
A lot of bitches tryin' to kick it, Liu Kang, nigga |
A lot of bitches on me, bitches want me 'cause the Rollie dance |
Ain’t no in between, I’m gettin' the green, the guacamole, man |
You the type of nigga hit the screen and pay for Onlyfans |
Murder, robbin', trappin', stealin', all up in my homie plans |
I put hoes in all these stairs when I step in |
I’m gon' fuck hoes in a ratchet, having more hoes than a pageant |
Get the backend and I stack it, it hit past ten and I’m trappin' |
Then I’m out here when it’s action, I’ma keep it real, no flaggin' (Gang, |
hold on) |