Straight Outta Norway
Straight Outta Norway
Detroit
Yeah, yeah
Yo, T-Sense
He's so big, you know
Detroit, say it
Yo
Uh
It all started with some *** I seen
A big money scheme for the heavy whipping cream
Pushing an old school, damn, that bitch was clean
Rolling with machine, guns with a lead
To the side and the ride, blowing off steam
Blunt or supreme, West Coast green
Burning it, earning it, filling up jeans
Sacks for the team, fresh out of quarantine
Pouring Balvary, scoping out the sea
Thinking on means, on how to make cream
I don't take lean, I am not a dope fiend
Your allergies made you hear the coke sneeze
Bro, please, be direct, you want beef
I have my people, blocking off your whole street
All on IG, acting like a bass head
Talking *** from over there, I bet you won't leave
Pussy
This is the place where stars are born
Motherfuckers know who's the power
Motherfuckers know who's the power
They ain't even half as nice
They come around, but they never come close
All those who wanna profile and pose
Speed choice, it's game over
Hey, for that foolery
The slap sound is louder than your jewelry
Clanking, get you spanking
Talking that talk, get you tanking
I will bring it to your banquet
You don't know me well
I'll slap *** out your raggedy mouth
Lay back with a gat on my couch
Lay back with a gat on my couch
Lay back with a gat on my couch
I'm still on point, I'm ready
Get your weight up, fam, you talk heavy
What a waste of beats, you need technique
You sound uninspired and confused
I will earth-stop your crew
Your curtain's true, it's your home going
I don't pose with the chrome showing
Your bro go in, begging for love
Ass sucker, read a book, clown
Dudes like you get shook down
And extorted
You work with grades, but still unimportant
You must be snorting or something
When I work the porn
It's coming, ask around
I play the post
Back and down, you can't check
You trash your beer
And it overheads
Betray me, the world go round
Fuckers
Know who's the best
Motherfuckers
Know who's the best
They ain't even half as nice
They come around, but they never come close
All those who wanna profile a ghost
This game over
White Shadow
Fury
Go away
Guilty Samson
Yeah, Detroit's in