Detroit

Yeah, don't hit my phone with all that, you know what I mean?
Muhfucka's be tapped in and shit
No, for real like (l-l-let, l-l-l-let's roll them beat)
Whoo, whoo
You the muhfuckin' police, nigga, don't call my muhfuckin' phone
Det'
Big Woods Season, big Taylor Gang shit, nigga
Big Down Low, big Hazelwood, big Pittsburgh
Hey (let's roll them beat)

500 degrees got my shirt off in the kitchen
You gon' have to move your family if you tell 'em what you witnessed
I've been out here catching plays
I had this shit on for three days (for real)
Pull up and don't say shit on the phone, just hit the e-way (hello)
Used to have them junkies in the line I feel like we bay
The block hot like Miami, gotta keep it heat, D Wade
Gotta little bitch that like bitches, she a bitch though (that little bitch)
Thought he was a gangsta 'til he gave him all that info (l-l-l-let's roll them beat)

He gon' fuck the 12 for the cheese, Aaron Rogers
I got angels watching over me in LA, tryna Dodger
If she ain't bossing up, gotta cut her out the picture
They threw him a party, he was tipsy off the liquor
Hit her one time, got her acting like she know me
Seen that black and white, he a agent, he a Cody
Leave your phone at home, then go do it out a stoley
And there ain't no popping bottles in the club if you owe me (let's get it)

2020 vision let me see just what it look like
He got rocked to sleep by some pussy, that's a good night (yeah)
Keep them ones coming, show me that you worth something
If he told, we ain't family, put that on my first cousin (for real)
I ain't nobody else, bitch I'm me, that's the post
That's the motherfucking caption, hate a bitch that do the most
I ain't beefing 'bout no pussy, if it's money then it's different
He gon' pull up with that drumstick, you get fried like a chicken ((l-l-l-let's roll them beat)

Hope she bust it open like she do that shit on IG (hey, bust it open)
Told her suck it 'til it's at attention, that's a "at-ease" (yeah0
Outside with the guys serving junkies by the street lights
Made this in a day, just imagine what a week like
I can't be the weak type (nah)
She all in my DMs, hope you know your bitch a freak-type
Big Bear trip, frozen diamonds, she the ski-type (whoo!)
Aye, let's get it, yeah (l-l-l-let's roll them beat)

How come every time they talk about me you come tell me? (How come?)
See that's why I be solo with the curry not a addy
Gotta get the extras out the kitchen, scrape the sides
I ain't never seen that nigga 'round my way, he a lie
Fuck the Alphabet Boys, bitch you know it's Free The Guys
I know he don't like that shit, he a Rico dropping dimes
Shout out uncle Trick, shoutout Jackson, them my babies
Speed limit say 65, I was doing 80 (l-l-l-let's roll them beat)

Gotta get 'em home, that's the only way we eat
Every street nigga ain't no rapper, every rap nigga ain't street
Every trap nigga ain't me, gang bitch or d-i-e
She be texting "See me please"
I'm just tryna catch the sleaze

Yeah
Big Woods
(L-l-l-let's roll them beat)



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Writer(s): Jeannette Boling
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