QueTee - Detroit Flow

Ay yo, Foreigner, you crazy for this one

WWE, we finna see if niggas tough enough
He said he gon' try me, I don't think that nigga dumb enough
Feel like the One Punch Man when I hit him with this uppercut
He ain't even see it coming.
Told that bitch to open up her eyes, see me cumming
I know these niggas hearing what I'm saying, I ain't mumbling
Pulled up on the bitch, but I got bored, Andre Drummond
That bitch was a rebound, she play for the heat now
Her nigga is the Clown, still ain't it
He been dropping songs, but they still ain't hit
You can check my catalog, ain't one miss
Police check my bag, nigga, ain't one brick
I be going dumb, but I ain't no fool
Caught me fucking on my teacher and got kicked out of school
Hop up out the Lamb' it ain't got no wool
I say what I want, I ain't got no cool
I ain't got no chill, bad bitch, pop a pill
She thought I was trying to fuck, I was trying to get a meal
Somehow I'm still independent, I ain't signed no deal
I don't do it for the money, bitch, I do it for the thrill

This bitch told me she can cook food tasting like some bleach
And then she wonder why I cheat
I been getting money, but I still be acting cheap
Found out my homie was a rat, guess we both getting cheese
My money blue, but I still get green
My neck was itching, I was looking like a fiend
Asked her where she get that ass, said she bought that shit on Shein
You need to go and get a refund
They keep saying I got competition, I don't see none
Told the bitch to do a 360, I'm trying to see something
Shawty DTN, she say these niggas do too much
This bitch telling lies, she full of shit, she got a dookie butt
Yeah
Yeah, I'm doing it regardless, my mind made up
I turn my youngest to delinquents, boost the crime rate up
Yeah, nigga play with me and we gon' put him in a body bag
I got some money on his head, he got a price tag
Bitch, the numbers I been doing, I make dice mad
Yeah, nigga, I been heating up, I melt ice fast
Yeah, got my nut and told the bitch I'll be right back
I stole his watch, you can say his plane got hijacked

I might be the realest nigga living
I know this bitch fucking other niggas, I ain't tripping
Went and bought some Karats, my neck twinnin with the Simpsons
I know homies drilling, I ain't even from the trenches
I can get you knocked off, swing on you like Topgolf
Tell them niggas, shoo fly fore' I knock your socks off
Cheated on my bitch and then I woke up with my cock off
She know I'm the hardest, but she still gon' make my cock soft
Fuck you niggas talking about

Yeah, bad bitch she trying to fuck me for some clout, nigga
Tell that bitch, you better open up your mouth, nigga
Throwing ones, make it rain, in a drought, nigga
Yeah, let's go
Aye, aye
QueTee

Written by:
Quantrell Mitchell

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