Daboii - Detroit Flow lyrics

[Intro] On the gang ni**a [Verse] Ops keep sayin' they gon' slide, we gon' find out Get the drop, pull up on 'em like it's my house b*tch ni**a, when that pressure on, ain't no time out I be really in the field, I don't hide out You was textin' like a big girl, oh you shy now? Boy you ain't gon' pick that pipe up, ni**a pipe down I ain't put no ring up on that b*tch, she got piped down Baby girl want me to eat the what? b*tch you psyched out Got this b*tch bussin' back to back, this her ninth round I just put a drum on a gleek, b*tch like nine pounds I pull up to any ni**a hood, ni**a ice out b*tch, we on that one time And I ain't have to force that b*tch to fu*k, I asked her one time I pull up with that brr, ni**a drum line Pull up about my fadе, ni**a run mine The ops Romeo, 'causе they must die Put that strap to his face, leave hime bug eye'd ni**a I was sleepin' on myself I had tot uprise ni**a pull up over here then he's a dumb guy ni**a I was slidin' for my brother, when he just died Chain so icey, make the sunshine Police pullin' up my raps in court, b*tch they just rhymes Heard that dumb ni**a blew his bag, and he just signed Yeah, I'll pull up with that dynamite, ni**a good times I'll pull up with that bop bop, now he gone ni**a Clutchin' in the club, walk up on 'em, take his pole I got ni**as that I love, that I can't trust, I play 'em close Main b*tch side b*tch, it don't matter, I'm playin' both Put a op on the news, celebrate it, make toast Why these ni**as never slide? They too busy makin' posts Yeah, dick in her ribs, I was tryna shake the boat And when you hear that skrt skrt, I was tryna shake them folks When you hear that skrt skrt, I was tryna shake them people My bro Danny Glover with that b*tch, 'cause he lethal I was eighteen, totin' sh*t that's illegal Ugh, the way she su*k the dick, b*tch you evil Dark ass b*tch on my line, it's a beetle ni**a touch my chain, what you high off a needle? Big body truck, fill it up with the diesel b*tch put this dick in your mouth I'ma feed you b*tch I'm big dog, how the fu*k is we equal? Ops wanna meet, but the Glock is gon' greet you When I slide down ni**as blocks, I don't see you And b*tch you not food, why the fu*k would I eat you? On the gang [Outro] On the gang ni**a