D. Lew - Detroit Freestyle (feat. Luwop)

Good gas that shit hitting like a stimulus
Two bitches one bed... you know I'm into it
Why you tryna kiss me dirty bitch you be licking dick
Want a couple racks after fucking I ain't giving shit
You ain't my lil baby you ain't Dominique
You can get slapped with both hands fuck a dominant
Focused on the paper fuck a bitch the money prominent
Stacking to the ceiling money longer than the monument
That bitch a bus stop somebody kids is always in her
I'm saying fuck thots that paper wit me like a printer
That nigga tuff huh that Choppa turn him to a sprinter
I'm getting bucks huh these niggas hate they pockets thinner
I just dug yo dead niggas up and made a sand castle
Smoking on yo homie he taste like a bland apple
Bitch got more mileage than the average man travels
Big bag on me I ain't talking bout no damn satchel
 Nigga yeah I just been through hell
If he wanna play swear to god yeah I got the shells
Niggas don't know best believe yeah I been through hell
I said it twice cause niggas no they do not get it
Fucking on that bitch bend it over nigga i'ma hit it
Fucking on that bitch after nigga yeah I got the digits
If he really wanna play he gone come up missing
Nigga call me Chris nigga do not call me Christian
If you do nigga promise yeah you gone die
Kill a nigga after yeah i'ma look up in his eye
Ion give a fuck he was talking now he gone die
And they said I talk about the shit yeah got the pride
I'ma kill that nigga yeah its easy like a homicide
If he wanna play I promise nigga yeah I'm so wise
Pulling up like it's me nigga like Five Guys
If he wanna play sucking on my meat she gone die
Don't want a good girl I want a freak bitch
I'm in her dreams and nightmare I ain't meek bitch
Niggas hella pussy have em leaking like a tweet bitch
Niggas ain't sliding why you claiming street shit
Huh
Man these niggas hella pussy
Why these niggas in the cut playing rookie
I'ma bend her ass over throw it back like she Snooki
Huh
Huh
Labels hitting tryna book me
Huh
Drop it down man you know we make em listen
I'ma get this shit done i'ma cook up in the kitchen
Yeah I get this shit done on my rags to riches
Yeah i'm balling on these niggas
Man I'm balling like a Piston
Aye
Ugh
Know my flow cold like Frozone
And every bar I spit got a layer to an ozone
I just did a feature charged him extra for the promo
All my niggas green like bitch we on go mode
Yeah
I been smoking on this homegrown
Niggas hella fruity multicolored like a snow cone
Run your mouth too much but you was talking in a low tone
I been getting to it paper coming by the boatload
Beat a nigga ass to death nigga got a old soul
And you already know my niggas we on go mode
And I got bullet nigga like he Tony Romo
I be rocking really solo

Written by:
Christian Washington, Deonte Lewis, Lucas Williams

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