Lyrics Trapped in Detroit - Kleadus

Call that girl a snack but she on my fuckin' dollar menu
Got all my niggas on stage we goin fill the venue
Went from hellcats and trackhawks with the stock opps
3 attachments for my guns we ain't playin black opps

Cops search my car they ain't find the stashbox
My mans pulled up with a ounce but the pack soft
Walk in this bitch waka waka got the pack man
Ak 47 baka baka you a dumb man

Burn outs at red lights
Bare knuckles and fist fights
Pull up to addys if you got the price right
Talkin' bout games now this getting real life
I'm getting real mean nigga time to go night night

Smackin' and smackin' the base
Attackin' im Shaq in ya face
She likin; im grabbin' her waist
You talkin get put in ya place

From wrenches glocks at ya top
No mechanic got tools in the box
I blam it get you outa ya socks
I'm bigger than 200 font, said

Step on my court you get shot no Spalding
Put the 12 to his back like Lamarcus Aldridge
Got the beat bumpin' niggas wanna start something
It was all love and, makin excuse now you steel studded

Represent the D to the F like my grades nigga
Pops heard my music like have some fuckin' shame nigga
Told him i'm that man and I will never change nigga
Glock is so magic cuz I will levitate niggas

Make em spin around, what's that sound yeah try me now
Smokin' on that loud, scared of clowns I can't look around
Talkin all that murder but don't want to kill ya mans
Put me on the spot then we'll see who got the last dance