BYLUG, yae yae

[Verse 1: Kid]
I'm from the city of the killers and thugs
It's so much dirt up on this Michigan glove
Swimming like fishes in blood
If you talk about the D you better mention the LUG
And if you make the wrong move you getting hit with slugs
N***as out there fishing for love
I'd rather be on boss shit, sitting back, sipping Cris in the club
Tell a bitch come through and baby kill it with hugs
It's mink on the floor so she let me hit on the rug
Was a bad ass n***a used to piss in the tub
Found out he was bitch now ain't no feelings for cuz
Hoes finding me appealing because
Bitches love a real n***a and I'm a real n***a still hit the slums
Still with the ones from back then back in the coupe
Hopped out, seen Young, slapped hands and acting was proof [?]
Really do it we ain't just yapping like you
Action Impact, I hit that to practice to shoot
Back in the booth, the facts and the truth, laughing at you
Yo bitch gave me back rubs I smashed a masseuse
I had a passion to hoop now I'm passing in coupes
On a path for the loot
Real n***a, I'm the last of a few
Knife on the K, I can stab it and shoot
You n***as sweeter than a basket of fruit
Look, and I be on that other shit that ride for my brother shit
And if you think this bitch bad, dog this just another bitch
N***as hating, suck a dick before I finger fuck the clip
'Gamo on the buckle bitch, got damn this sucka rich
Shit I don't tolerate, guns say what I gotta say
Squares in yo circle man all you n***as out of shape
You of place if you cross the line
So don't be crossing mines, cross the line, guarantee I off the 9
Say you a boss then why a boss in line?
You just a boss in mind, bosses shine, boy and I'm the boss of mine
"Call in line", what I tell bitches
Fuck with a boss kinda hard now they looking stale bitches
Nail n***as with the hammer if they bad with grammar
Yo bitch horny since a kid she been bad with Santa
I'm in Atlanta at the hip hop awards
Versace Velour, white buffs they probably was yours
Favorite rapper 2Pac Shakur
One white bitch and a chocolate bitch I'm about to smash like S'mores
I ain't done I'm about to give you some more
Good God, galore presidential shit like Al Gore
Balling like a power forward, you can call me Garnett
Soon as I hit the door, I'm asking where the bar at
You talking all that shit but n***a where yo heart at?
Play tough then we outside n***a where yo car at?
Too many bitch n***as I don't know where to start at
Too many bitch n***as I don't know where to start at
N***a it's K-I-D and I'll beat yo ass
And my bitch will beat yo bitch ass like Laila Ali
N***a owe up better pay my fee
Or I'm shooting that bitch like A.I be
Pay, I see they can't fuck with us
Without a game plan we balling hard no huddle ups
Two .40 cal's on me n***a I don't knuckle up
And n***as talking down but them n***as know what's up with us
They stuck with us, we run the city and that's that
These ain't bubble gum rhymes it's that real Detroit rap
And I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny
[Hook x8]
I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny