Quin NFN – Detroit Flow Lyrics | Official Video

Quin NFN – Detroit Flow Lyrics

Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I really just like how I sound on these beats
I don’t even be mean, you know
Flow like this, another s**t that should just be going on like

Ayy, hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I feel like these n**gas just gotta feel me, you know, I’m just
I just high that s**t a quarter, you know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy


Hold on, hocus pocus
Pop up on ’em with this ratchet
N**gas hate ’cause we got paintin’ cake
And ain’t be livin’ tragic
I got b**ches tryna f**k
’cause they see racks in all this cash
They all call me Michael Jackson
Put a glove on when I’m smashin’

I got balls inside the cabinet
What you need
I’ma break him down
I’m tryna stretch him, limousine
Ride through Hollywood
I drop the top and pour in lean
We got more clips than a movie
Hit his block, we shooting scene

Come and ride ..
Which one you n**gas tryin’
If everybody with the s**ts
Then b**ch, which one you n**gas lying
Say blizzard kind of simple
That p**sy n**ga lying
Hit the top with all my pylons
B**ch, I feel it’s perfect timing

And they know I keep a hammer, get my tour on
Lot of straps inside this b**ch, it look like war zone
Tryna slide for where your pylons and get tote on
That type of s**t that go wrong
Them statements gon’ get rode on
They ain’t gotta let me in ’cause I’ma move y’all
The dick that’s on that gun
It ain’t been used and it got blue ball
Push up with that way LeBron moving like the UR
I’m rollin’ like some skates
I pulled an eight and that b**ch too are


Redialin’ upon his nose
And leave them frozen, call the mood out
Spent some racks upon my toes
And all my clothes, b**ch, I didn’t flew off
They in love with giving
I can make them h*es come haνe a chew out
I see all you n**gas scared
Just use your head ‘fore it get blew out

Ayy, ayy, I got some change on me, I ain’t changed, n**ga
Quit your state, it poppin’ s**t just like the painkiller
Get my team, I’m raisin’, winnin’, bought a chain, n**ga
A lot of b**ches tryin’ to kick it, Liu Kang, n**ga

A lot of b**ches on me, b**ches want me
‘Cause the Rollie dance
Ain’t no in between, I’m gettin’ the green
The guacamole, man
You the type of n**ga hit the screen
And pay for Onlyfans
Murder, robbin’, trappin’, stealin’
All up in my homie plans
I put h*es in all these stairs when I step in
I’m gon’ f**k h*es in a ratchet
Have the more h*es in a ..
Get the bag in and I stack it
It get passed in and I’m trappin’
Then I’m out here with this action
I’ma keep it real, no flaggin’
Gang, ho…

➤ Written by Quin NFN
Quin NFN | 2020

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