paroles de chanson Detroit - Chevy Woods

Ayy
500 degrees, got my shirt off in the kitchen
You will have to move your family if you tell 'em what you witness
I been out here catching plays, I hit this shit off in 3 days
Pull up and don't say shit on the phone, just hit the E way
Used to have them junkies on the line, I feel like we bay
The block I like Miami, gotta keep the heat D way
Got a little bitch that like bitches, she a bitch though
Thought he was a gangster 'til he gave him all that info
He don't fuck the 12 for the cheese, it ain't rodgers
I got angels watching over me and LA tryna dodge her
If she ain't bussing up, gotta cut her out the picture
They threw him a party, he was tipsy off the liquor
Hit her one time, got her acting like she know me
Seen that black and white, he an agent, he a Cody
Leave your phone at home, they gon' do it out a stoley
And there ain't no popping bottles in the club if you owe me
20 20 vision, let me see just what it look like
He got rocked to sleep by some pussy, that's a good night
Keep them one's coming, show me that you worth something
If he told we ain't family, put that on my first cousin
I ain't nobody else, bitch I'm me, that's the post
That's the mother fucking caption, hate a bitch that do the most
I ain't beefing 'bout no pussy, if it's money then it's different
He gon' pull up with the drum thing, you get fried up like a chicken
Hoe, she bust it open like she do that shit on IG
Told her suck it 'til it's at attention, that's an 'at Ease'
Outside with the guys, serving junkies by the street lights
Made this in a day, just imagine what a week like
I can't be the weak type, she all in my DMs
Hope you know your bitch a freak type, big bear trent
Frozen diamonds, she the speed type
Woooooooo

How come every time they talk about me, you come tell me?
See that's why I be solo with the Curry, not an Eddy
Gotta get the extras out the kitchen, scrape the sides
I ain't ever seen that nigga round my way, he a lie
Fuck the alphabet boys, bitch you know it's 'free the guys'
I know he don't like that shit, he a rico dropping dimes
Shout out Uncle Trick, shout out Jackson and my babies
Speed limit say 65, I was doing 80
Gotta get him home, that's the only way we eat
Every street nigga ain't a rapper, every rap nigga ain't street
Every trap nigga ain't me, gang bitch will D.I.E
She be texting 'see me please', I'm just tryna catch the sleaze
Ahhhh
Wooooooo