What We Bout (feat. Bailz & Millie Bandz)

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Detroit Lou

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You don't even understand what we all about
Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top
Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers
It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's
Counting more money eating benihana's
Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs
You're a middle man but we get it by the tons
And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun
Cash in when you're ready my hustle game is so steady
Then I hit with a mix gas mask for the face
If you talking money we chop it up like a deli
Manipulating the girl but don't compare me to Kelly
For you small time dealers on the block I hope you listening
Got the cleanest bricks in the city call it pure Michigan
V8 under the hood f*ck what you spinning in
Your baby mama hold me tight every time I put it in
Dirty guns in the trap don't get fried like chicken tenders
But this glock 19 registered like a sex offender
Dog food stuffed in the pussy every time I send her
Bitch I'm from the D don't get smoked over a fender bender
Yeah me and bailz on the money run
Reup up got another one
Ox and we kill for fun
Ike love with the double guns
Make it rain with a honeybun
Yours's truly sincere and tommy bun's
You don't even understand what we all about
Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top
Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers
It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's
Counting more money eating benihana
Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs
You're a middle man but we get it by the tons
And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun
I'm channeling in a different frequency
I'm the one that shot JFK then I woke up from a dream
Is those really keys cooking up with my brother millie bees
Feel like kd after trading teams
Shooting at all non believers
You might have to call a preacher
Chopper ripping like you saw the reaper
My squad full of demons
Sipping tullamore dew
The sky blue like the rims on the coupe
Don't mind my attitude
Picture me roiling cruising the ave boy
Plug called feel like the Detroit eighty eight bad boys
Most of these niggas just lost in the sauce
Diamonds in the cross
I'm feeling like a cartel boss
In a back block conversations with young kings
Even the killers self destruct where their mind leads
Them vacations cost a arm and a leg
And the only thing on my mind is to get to that bread boy
You don't even understand what we all about
Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top
Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers
It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's
Counting more money eating benihana
Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs
You're a middle man but we get it by the tons
And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun

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