SCY Jimm - Detroit Flow lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Detroit Flow lyrics]
(Good looking, my nigga) Hoo, phew
Ayy, hoo, tss, ayy
Yeah, she said she fuck with my Detroit flow
Ayy, I make that bitch
Mm, ayy, big-ass Glock
I let that bitch blow
Ayy, hold on, ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
You ain't got no killing, ayy, okay, look
Ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top
She got no ceilings how the fuck you up four
Bodies and got no killing?
You niggas broke, been broke
We ain't got no dealings
These niggas gay, y'all cap
And get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping
They paging me still running up these racks
I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, nigga switched
I look out for him still
Ayy, ayy, come and work
For us, you unemployed, bro florida youngin
Shorty fuck with my Detroit flow
I don't even like to carry
Guns, ain't got no choice, though
This Lil Durk gas, it's so
Loud, you hear the voice, ho
I don't write no letters
I skipped A and went to K
All this shit on me, nigga
Play and you gon' lay
Ayy, twenties in my pocket, this
Just what I made today, ayy
I ain't never been to Tampa, catch
Me cooling with ya bae, ayy
Rockstar life, yeah, baby, live it up
Racks on the floor like
We some hoarders, bitch, pick it up
You gon' have to kill me 'fore you
Ever make me give it up
Ten toes down, I won't never let my pivot up
Ayy, and this a muhfuckin' freestyle
She was a good girl in school
But she a freak now
Ayy, yeah, lil' shawty freaked out
Ayy, I'm coming like LeBron
I bring that heat out
Ayy, how you real when you switched up?
Them crackers put you in that room
Then you bitched up
Money like Milwaukee, all my niggas
We got big bucks
Push up on them with a big stick
This bitch sit up
Ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top
She got no ceilings how the fuck you up four
Bodies and got no killing?
You niggas broke, been broke
We ain't got no dealings
These niggas gay, y'all cap
And get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping
They paging me still running up these racks
I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, nigga switched
I look out for him still
Ayy, hoo, tss, ayy
Yeah, she said she fuck with my Detroit flow
Ayy, I make that bitch
Mm, ayy, big-ass Glock
I let that bitch blow
Ayy, hold on, ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
You ain't got no killing, ayy, okay, look
Ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top
She got no ceilings how the fuck you up four
Bodies and got no killing?
You niggas broke, been broke
We ain't got no dealings
These niggas gay, y'all cap
And get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping
They paging me still running up these racks
I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, nigga switched
I look out for him still
Ayy, ayy, come and work
For us, you unemployed, bro florida youngin
Shorty fuck with my Detroit flow
I don't even like to carry
Guns, ain't got no choice, though
This Lil Durk gas, it's so
Loud, you hear the voice, ho
I don't write no letters
I skipped A and went to K
All this shit on me, nigga
Play and you gon' lay
Ayy, twenties in my pocket, this
Just what I made today, ayy
I ain't never been to Tampa, catch
Me cooling with ya bae, ayy
Rockstar life, yeah, baby, live it up
Racks on the floor like
We some hoarders, bitch, pick it up
You gon' have to kill me 'fore you
Ever make me give it up
Ten toes down, I won't never let my pivot up
Ayy, and this a muhfuckin' freestyle
She was a good girl in school
But she a freak now
Ayy, yeah, lil' shawty freaked out
Ayy, I'm coming like LeBron
I bring that heat out
Ayy, how you real when you switched up?
Them crackers put you in that room
Then you bitched up
Money like Milwaukee, all my niggas
We got big bucks
Push up on them with a big stick
This bitch sit up
Ayy, I popped a Perc'
I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top
She got no ceilings how the fuck you up four
Bodies and got no killing?
You niggas broke, been broke
We ain't got no dealings
These niggas gay, y'all cap
And get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping
They paging me still running up these racks
I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, nigga switched
I look out for him still