2hollis
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling
She done said "New Detroit" now her n***a keep calling
Put the whites in my face, now a n***a feel flawless
Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin'
We ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young n***a too cautious
From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis
[Verse]
She don't even like when pros 'round me, she get too jealous
Too stellar, but I'm down to earth when I let you tell it
Too pressure, I'on do much dreamin', but I do sell 'em
Too zealous, n***as tryna copy what I do, seldom
I'on go no idols, n***a you hail 'em
Yeah, hit LA 'cause I don't give no fucks, but I do mail 'em
We can talk in numbers, if you broke chuck the deuce at you
Burnt n***a in the wrong boat, bitch, who sat you?
YSL duffel, she like, "Who's satchel?"
N***as holdin' in that hate 'cause I blew past 'em
Why you call up that play just to do statue?
If you say you are a game, n***a, who patched you?
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling
She done said "New Detroit" now her n***a keep calling
Put the whites in my face, now a n***a feel flawless
Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin'
We ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young n***a too cautious
From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis
[Outro]
She asked if I'm really paid, should I tell the truth?
She asked if I'm really paid, should I show the proof?
Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop
Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop
Yeah
Yeah real Detroit n***a
Yeah, yeah
I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling
She done said "New Detroit" now her n***a keep calling
Put the whites in my face, now a n***a feel flawless
Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin'
We ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young n***a too cautious
From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis
[Verse]
She don't even like when pros 'round me, she get too jealous
Too stellar, but I'm down to earth when I let you tell it
Too pressure, I'on do much dreamin', but I do sell 'em
Too zealous, n***as tryna copy what I do, seldom
I'on go no idols, n***a you hail 'em
Yeah, hit LA 'cause I don't give no fucks, but I do mail 'em
We can talk in numbers, if you broke chuck the deuce at you
Burnt n***a in the wrong boat, bitch, who sat you?
YSL duffel, she like, "Who's satchel?"
N***as holdin' in that hate 'cause I blew past 'em
Why you call up that play just to do statue?
If you say you are a game, n***a, who patched you?
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I'on got the gift of gab, she wan fuck me cause I'm balling
She done said "New Detroit" now her n***a keep calling
Put the whites in my face, now a n***a feel flawless
Tuck the strap in my waist like I been Ru Paulin'
We ain't stoppin' at no lights, a young n***a too cautious
From the hood but the bitch treat me like I'm 2hollis
[Outro]
She asked if I'm really paid, should I tell the truth?
She asked if I'm really paid, should I show the proof?
Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop
Give my brother pay, I ain't selfish, I'll throw the oop
Yeah
Yeah real Detroit n***a