Lyrics Detroit Flow Pt 2 - Quin Nfn

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, aye, aye, aye

Know you pussy, why you perpetrating to be a shooter?
Nigga play with that then we gon' up this MAC, like a computer
I made half a ticket in the trenches, should've did it sooner
Act a fool just like I'm Looter, in the four, thuggin' with Pooter
I heard he tell about his hoe, that nigga better hide his bitch
They can't see me call a quarter fifty, how I rob with sticks
Mama made a boss and I be drippin' sauce no condiments (ha)
On the net, these niggas play, but in my face, they compliment
Youngin' built the legacy, I'm where opps don't ever be
Quincho made the recipe, we did some shit you'll never see
Quick to hawk a nigga down, he ran so fast he left his feet (come here)
How you want some plex with me and you ain't got no bread for me
I be workin' that's for certain, bought some land and not a Birkin
Havin' chicken like it's Church's, we got pounds so come and purchase
When I'm 'round her, she get nervous, she gon' fuck me, we ain't flirtin'
Gotta pay us for our service, this a trap and not a circus (yuh)
Take it off, bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I'm poppin', but gon' play it off (damn)
Know they hate the fact that I'm trending topic, but I shake it off
Niggas try to pick, we send the blitz, and then they play the law
We collecting hats, if it was that then we wouldn't play wit' ya'll
I won't hesitate, my daughter got paper from my pops like shit was reginate
Niggas dissin', if they pay attention, then I could educate
Drop down with that pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, and they investigate
I'm never on time wit' all this shit, but I ain't never late
Could've gon' dissect whatever it hit and make it separate
We'll leave your top inside your blood and let it marinate
And I just bought a Benz to leave my friends, when I accelerate
All this shit be step, you feed the cab then you gon' elevate
Put your blood up on the wall like paint we tryna decorate
I care for the cap for what we do, so I'm gon' regulate
I'ma pop your bro, if he too big, cause I'm a featherweight
I'm nothing like old dude, I do what I'm 'posed to
Niggas switchin', better watch them, people, that you close too
Punch the gas, leave a nigga flat just like some bowl shoes
Give and go, we gon' flip the hoe and she had no clue (yeah)
Play with us it's doomsday, a slight ten on Tuesday
Yo' partner a fruitcake, leave 'em drunk, D'usse (ha)
I just paid like twenty-five, and I ain't even got my shoes laced
We ain't tryna talk, bring out the chalk, and let this tool quake
Before I grab my paper, get my iron first
We gon' let that iron burst, show him how that fire work
Bro be selling white, and he got ten, that nigga diverse
I still talk to God and put new flows inside of my church
You the type of nigga that gotta go and ask your mom first
We was helpin' mom out, just snuck inside your mom purse
If I pay that price to get your life, that mean it's my work
All these heaters bussin' like the speakers at a concert
Stop for real
We the ones who split these niggas up, we feel like Doctor Phil
I'm the one that went and got the bag, and let my mama chill
Crazy how my young nigga'll kill you for some dollar bills

Kill you for some dollar bills (yeah, yuh)