Текст песни Detroit Flow - Prince Ink

Uhh uhh yeahh uhh yeah
I′m finna do one right now they keep askin' why I won′t rap on a Detroit beat
Yeah, niggas askin why I ain't rap on a Detroit beat
I was in da club wit Vezzo last week

They keep asking why I ain't do a Detroit beat
I was in the club wit Vezzo last week
Throwin′ money to da fuckin′ ceiling and hit da G
Ima big ole P I want a M plus I move a key
And my earrings doin' what they do and they make ya notice me
Came thru B22′s silk look like Jodeci
Heavy artillery you really can't get close to me
Switch my lifestyle up I remember baggin′ groceries
Drop racks on a fit and wear dat bitch for 3 days
How you approachin' me wit daps hatin′ I see it thru my shades
I can throw my phone away and still got clientele on face
I play wit exotic in Atlanta and play wit dem blrrrds in LA
And if dem folks watchin' and listenin' hell yea I′m gettin it
Fucked my mind up when you locked me in that prison shit
Doin donuts in a cat smash on 12 name still legit
Whip It cans everywhere I get high I′m on my Steve-O shit
We toast stuffed cups in the air Steve Austin but it's lean in it
Burgundy rag hangin′ out my pocket kno my team wit it
Honcho tag Set Trip Ru boy my team different
Yeah mm mm kno my team gettin' it