What We Bout (feat. Bailz & Millie Bandz)
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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Written by: Allen Bailey, William Rodriguez
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