Young Dez - michigan dez

(Everything I rock it's all black, I know that's kinda racist)
(We ain't go too far cause I got others waiting in they spaces)
Everything I rock it's all black, I know that's kinda racist
Told the bitch shut up, just get in, took her to different places
We ain't go too far cause I got others waiting in they spaces
Hit me up on a first name basis, but I don't even know they faces
Amir sent me this shit, thought it was hot, so I had to hop on it
Mac AR came with titties, mine had a glock on it
We don't even own no guns, but we'll still drop homie
That nigga be saying his bitch depressed, but she is not lonely
Riding in that foreign and we racing this ain't rocket league
Ain't from Green Bay, but I got a mean bitch, full of pocket cheese
Don't go out too much, I'm probably recording heat
Niggas on my dick chill, I think they recording me
We live by the code and we die about it, keep that highlighted
That F&N need a lot of oil, that shit like hydraulics
I heard these niggas try to write they raps, shit sound diabolic
My new bitch don't eat sweets, I guess she diabetic
I fell in love with the pussy damn, the first time I had pet it
I didn't think she would get attached, I should never said it
We finished up and she had to leave, ain't like where that was headed
I'm back to getting that loose leaf, my bro's can't wait to shred it
Everything I rock it's all black, I know that's kinda racist
Told the bitch shut up, just get in, took her to different places
We ain't go too far cause I got others waiting in they spaces
Hit me up on a first name basis, but I don't even know they faces
Ahh, I don't know they names
Ahh, think this shit a game.
Riding with my soldiers in that coupe, like i'm Major Payne
My gang like mathematics, we never change
I could be rich as I want, eating raisin canes
I don't take no pictures that's why you don't see me on the main
Last bitch I put on there was a running train
Mmm wait (the fuck?), was a train station
Imma book like 3 vacations, fuck on dirty Haitians
Promise I can't fuck wit you niggas, shoutout to Jason
Niggas weird, I think that they sweet, hiding in the basement
See a lot of guns on the net, brodie where the cases?
Better yet, where the hell the bodies?
I ain't checking for no nigga that can't even check his shawty
Imma devil, bitch imma demon, just like Maserati
You can ask about what had happened, I'm Camille Cosby
I could do this shit all day, like a 9-5
Money coming different ways, I don't need a job
Everything I say is facts, I don't see a side
Everything you say is cap, that'll get you fried

Written by:
Destin Hoskins

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