Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Detroit Flow , by - Quin Nfn. Release date: 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) |