42 Dugg, Tee Grizzley - Detroit lyrics
42 Dugg [Dion Marquise Hayes] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
Prominent figures of the Detroit trap scene have joined forces to create a heavyweight collaboration, titled after their hometown. The single, produced by Helluva Beats, will be featured on Grizzley's upcoming solo album, set to premiere this fall.
[42 Dugg, Tee Grizzley - Detroit lyrics]
[Intro]
Oh, yeah
You hear me?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
What up, Helly?
Wake these niggas the f**k up, man
On my Detroit sh*t, nigga
[Verse 1]
I'm from Detroit
Where we call "pills" "beans" (Them pills)
We call "bodies" "hats" (Them bodies)
We call the type of b**ches that y'all f**k with "rats"
Bro, remind me to go take a couple links out the Rollie
Baby Grizz touchin' soon, I'm gon' toss
This b**ch to brodie (You know brodie)
You would think lil' bro and them was movie
Writers how they strikin' (Strike)
We don't fear no man, unless that man
Send out indictments (Feds)
I know niggas who ain't never had
A job talkin' 'bout retirin'
I be in a trap with old heads that's richer
Than Joe Biden (Niggas loaded)
Fuck with me, dog, but don't f**k with me, dog
That pain nobody wanna feel, that's what we cause
Bro'll come and throw yo' s**t
On the glass, then slide off
Have yo' peoples in a hospital
Cryin', punchin' a wall (F*ck)
That ain't even what we on
Though (We chillin'), we tryna ball
Label tryna re-up, tell 'em
"We can jump on a call" (Talk to me nice)
But you know what type of numbers
I'm talkin', that sh*t ain't small
Ain't the same dirty nigga, used to be fightin'
At the mall, nigga (I ain't him)
Lamb' truck, Bentley truck
Rolls truck, that bag around
Car insurance gang, these boys
Ain't got no problem crashin' out (Skrrt)
If yo' lady bad, pop out with her, if you let her out
I catch her out, I make her s**k it 'til
She cry her lashes out (Go ask)
I thank God, life for me, completely changed
I can finally see the light
Spent my whole life in the rain (Amen)
They say that I stole sh*t
Actin' gangster for this fame (Huh?)
The response to that sh*t
"I wish the police thought the same" (I wish)
Rich, but I'm still a street nigga, like my Wagyu well
Treat these bad b**ches like some coins
I get head and tails (No cap)
Instead of one Birkin, I buy her ten Chanels
Matter fact, twelve, now all year
My b**ch gon' give 'em hell (You hear me?)
[Verse 2]
Who told them niggas it
Was them, Tee? (Fuckin' serious)
I bought an MT, we'll up it
Don't tempt me (Yeah)
Benz, Jeep, G series
The last three years (I had all those)
I don't care if you get shot
Nigga, keep steerin' (Goin')
I don't care if niggas mournin'
Do somethin' (B**ch)
Shit gettin' spent all month for my two hundred
Blue money (Yeah)
New money (Yeah)
Jew money
How I'ma know it's on the wood
If they ain't threw nothin'?
Still on the East too, buyin' cheap juice
Free smoke, free shirts, and free suits (R.I.P.)
And youngin, I heard about you
They say you ain't really on that (On sh*t)
How you mentionin' Lids and got no hats?
(Know what that mean)
Fuck hoodies, we want more hats, nigga, on neph'
Right move, wrong nigga
I don't want no song with ya (Yeah)
All that playin', we really get on niggas (Yeah)
All that cappin', I really can ho niggas
[Outro]
Yeah
I really'll step too
I'm on a jet too, just paid for my next two
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' stretch who?
Fuck on
Oh, yeah
You hear me?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
What up, Helly?
Wake these niggas the f**k up, man
On my Detroit sh*t, nigga
[Verse 1]
I'm from Detroit
Where we call "pills" "beans" (Them pills)
We call "bodies" "hats" (Them bodies)
We call the type of b**ches that y'all f**k with "rats"
Bro, remind me to go take a couple links out the Rollie
Baby Grizz touchin' soon, I'm gon' toss
This b**ch to brodie (You know brodie)
You would think lil' bro and them was movie
Writers how they strikin' (Strike)
We don't fear no man, unless that man
Send out indictments (Feds)
I know niggas who ain't never had
A job talkin' 'bout retirin'
I be in a trap with old heads that's richer
Than Joe Biden (Niggas loaded)
Fuck with me, dog, but don't f**k with me, dog
That pain nobody wanna feel, that's what we cause
Bro'll come and throw yo' s**t
On the glass, then slide off
Have yo' peoples in a hospital
Cryin', punchin' a wall (F*ck)
That ain't even what we on
Though (We chillin'), we tryna ball
Label tryna re-up, tell 'em
"We can jump on a call" (Talk to me nice)
But you know what type of numbers
I'm talkin', that sh*t ain't small
Ain't the same dirty nigga, used to be fightin'
At the mall, nigga (I ain't him)
Lamb' truck, Bentley truck
Rolls truck, that bag around
Car insurance gang, these boys
Ain't got no problem crashin' out (Skrrt)
If yo' lady bad, pop out with her, if you let her out
I catch her out, I make her s**k it 'til
She cry her lashes out (Go ask)
I thank God, life for me, completely changed
I can finally see the light
Spent my whole life in the rain (Amen)
They say that I stole sh*t
Actin' gangster for this fame (Huh?)
The response to that sh*t
"I wish the police thought the same" (I wish)
Rich, but I'm still a street nigga, like my Wagyu well
Treat these bad b**ches like some coins
I get head and tails (No cap)
Instead of one Birkin, I buy her ten Chanels
Matter fact, twelve, now all year
My b**ch gon' give 'em hell (You hear me?)
[Verse 2]
Who told them niggas it
Was them, Tee? (Fuckin' serious)
I bought an MT, we'll up it
Don't tempt me (Yeah)
Benz, Jeep, G series
The last three years (I had all those)
I don't care if you get shot
Nigga, keep steerin' (Goin')
I don't care if niggas mournin'
Do somethin' (B**ch)
Shit gettin' spent all month for my two hundred
Blue money (Yeah)
New money (Yeah)
Jew money
How I'ma know it's on the wood
If they ain't threw nothin'?
Still on the East too, buyin' cheap juice
Free smoke, free shirts, and free suits (R.I.P.)
And youngin, I heard about you
They say you ain't really on that (On sh*t)
How you mentionin' Lids and got no hats?
(Know what that mean)
Fuck hoodies, we want more hats, nigga, on neph'
Right move, wrong nigga
I don't want no song with ya (Yeah)
All that playin', we really get on niggas (Yeah)
All that cappin', I really can ho niggas
[Outro]
Yeah
I really'll step too
I'm on a jet too, just paid for my next two
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' stretch who?
Fuck on
