50 Hours in Detroit (feat. 218Bojay)

I just flew out to the D Niggas know just what we on Nigga tried to play on me and he got put up in a song Baby I don't wanna f*ck I just sent her ass home Nigga talking on my name he can get shot in his dome Nigga dissing on the gang He get turned into some smoke I told brodie pass the flame These niggas dusty and they broke I forgot lil baby name, saved her number under throat When she call me know I'm coming If she trip then imma go I just flew out to the D Niggas knowing what we on I told Bojay that I got him and I'm with him right or wrong Nigga play with him these hollow tips gone go where they belong And I stay with them I make a move the killers come along I ain't with the sneaking, niggas geeks, leave it in the street Last week big brodie whipped so much he dropped some work on me Flipping perkys by the script I'm sipping wocky like it's tea Got so much pain and it hurt, I need to take some time for me Got so much that I can't word, I just let the music speak And right now my vision blurred cuz I keep smoking this weed Two Twenty Seven that's forever, til I rest in peace And these niggas know it's nothing better Know that they can't beat us I just flew out to the D Niggas know just what we on Nigga tried to play on me and he got put up in a song Baby I don't wanna f*ck I just sent her ass home Nigga talking on my name he can get shot in his dome EZ pass on all the Vs We ain't stopping at no toll Touching down in that field I been accomplishing my goals Told my mama I'm a thug let em come try me if they want Won't be the first time they found out what type of time a nigga on Know they wanna home invade me Tryna play a nigga close Cause the numbers on my bank statement look like a nigga social Slapping tints on the rentals when it's time to hit the road Streets know I'm the real deal this ain't no muthafuckin hoax Turn a block into 3, turn a pot into a stove Finna shoot out to the V, and knock em down like Dominoes In my hood we catching hommies this shit as common as a cold Gotta keep that Polly pocket on my block hot as coal Caught em slipping early morning in some house shoes and a robe I got murder on my mind, I got bodies in my pole Still be serving on the craft, tell em to meet me on the trose All these niggas dead to me, and I don't believe in ghosts pussy I just flew out to the D Niggas know just what we on Nigga tried to play with me and he got put up in a song Baby I don't wanna f*ck I just sent her ass home Nigga talking on my name he can get shot in his dome