SCY Jimm
Detroit Flow
[Intro]
([?][0:00], good looking, my n***a) Hoo, phew
Ayy, hoo, tss, ayy
Yeah, she said she fuck with my Detroit flow
Ayy, I make that bitch—, mm, ayy, big-ass Glock, I let that bitch blow
Ayy, hold on, ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
You ain't got no killing, ayy, okay, look

[Chorus]
Ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top, she got no ceilings
How the fuck you up four bodies and got no killing?
You n***as broke, been broke, we ain't got no dealings
These n***as gay, y'all cap, and get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping, they paging me still
Running up these racks, I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, n***a switched, I look out for him still

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, come and work for us, you unemployed, bro
Florida youngin, shorty fuck with my Detroit flow
I don't even like to carry guns, ain't got no choice, though
This Lil Durk gas, it's so loud, you hear the voice, ho
I don't write no letters, I skipped A and went to K
All this shit on me, n***a, play and you gon' lay
Ayy, twenties in my pocket, this just what I made today, ayy
I ain't never been to Tampa, catch me cooling with ya bae, ayy
Rockstar life, yeah, baby, live it up
Racks on the floor like we some hoarders, bitch, pick it up
You gon' have to kill me 'fore you ever make me give it up
Ten toes down, I won't never let my pivot up
Ayy, and this a muhfuckin' freestyle
She was a good girl in school, but she a freak now
Ayy, yeah, lil' shawty freaked out
Ayy, I'm coming like LeBron, I bring that heat out
Ayy, how you real when you switched up?
Them crackers put you in that room, then you bitched up
Money like Milwaukee, all my n***as, we got big bucks
Push up on them with a big stick, this bitch sit up
[Chorus]
Ayy, I popped a Perc', I ain't got no feelings
I made lil' shawty drop the top, she got no ceilings
How the fuck you up four bodies and got no killing?
You n***as broke, been broke, we ain't got no dealings
These n***as gay, y'all cap, and get paid to be real
Ran out of drugs, fiends tripping, they paging me still
Running up these racks, I won't stop 'til I made me a mill'
I'm so real, n***a switched, I look out for him still