Lyrics

[Verse 1] Son of a gun on the run just like my Daddy ass I ain't from Flint but I beat your fuckin' chatty ass Crook gotta steal a look every time a fatty pass Where I know your girl from I smashed now ain't you glad you asked Knew your Momma 'fore she had your sister she was smokin' One eye workin' on the stove the rest bunkin' I'm from Detroit but I don't wear buffy's Fuck Cartier glasses pissing on hoes like Puffy [Verse 2] Detroit East Side shits much hotter Sittin' down in the spot but I ain't no squatter Deadboy magic like Harry Potter Got it all out the earth through the mud and sodden Deadboy magic I burn down ya spot I don't givе a fuck how much money you got Call the cops, nigga they ain't gon' do nothin' I'm paying 'еm off 'cause my pockets bussin' You don't wanna sell dope boy you know that's a lie We pitchin' Biggie Smalls you not ready to die I'm from Detroit's east side all y'all soft, I'm on fire like a molotov Task force kickin' in your door 'bout to raid ya spot They don't give a fuck if you end up gettin' paid or not [Verse 3] Dope man dope man 313 I don't know you but you know me Servin' big macks like Mickey D's Stuck in the trap tryna get this cheese