[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, n***a 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