Detroit Swag (Gangstyle)

[Verse 1: Diego Money]
Ay, know we in this bitch
Keep a sack on me and you know that I keep a stick
If I gotta pull it then best believe I won't miss
She see my chain, I ain't even say nothing, and she still drenched
Yeah, damn right I'm lit
Ain't gon' call nobody, I'm the one hopping out with that stick
Nigga mad as fuck cause I'm the one hopping out with his bitch
Dropped $2500 just to have LV prints on my kicks
Yeah cause we really rich
Wockhardt with the red, know I love to mix
We not proud of the haters, y'all still on the bench
My niggas, they still trapping like Bankroll behind the fence
Yeah, better not try your luck
You got a bеtter chance of robbing a bank than trying us
You think you get morе cash than me, you must be smoking dust
I might just slide up on your block and let the choppa bust
Ay, know I'm high as fuck
Know I came in with IceBirds and we fly as fuck

[Verse 2: Ka$h]
I'm on that road, sipping lean, and I'm high as fuck
The trap rolling like a bus so they mad at us
Grandma house in the hood, all they do is cuss
Ten pieces just this week, all we know is trust
No tint when I slide so you know it's me
Your lil sister called my phone so you know it's beef
Wake up smiling in the morning, I got diamond teeth
This Rolex watch was thirty bands, I got a Curry on me
All this all on my body, I got a flurry on me
I need that money like right now, tell it to hurry to me
If you ain't nervous before you sleep, can't understand my life
Get to the point, what you gon' do, go ahead and read my right
My lil nigga, he a shooter, he can't read or write
And I fucked the bitch again cause her pussy tight

[Verse 3: Bando]
Write my verses all in cursive
.30 on me, he get popped just like a Perky
All these rings, asking me to play like James Worthy
Punched the clap but I'm not working, I'm just serving
SRT slide through the street just like a serpent
Crushing on that money like a Wednesday
Shoot the clip until it's empty
Red Fifties, think it's windy
Your money short just like Diamond Dave
Ain't no could and would that I ain't going
Popped his top just like it's more
Running plays and hurt my groin
Caught a opp at the lot, I kept going
Run with the set just like cyclone
Pockets big like Big Pun, this a one on one

[Verse 4: Big Ice]
This is a one on one, bad bitch look like Kyla Pratt off 101
All this money on me, nigga I ain't going for nothing
Yeah that's my lil partner but he got big guns
I'm on site, especially for the funds
And niggas snitching, have them photos, call my phone
I don't know who did it, had to leave all they ass alone
Chain Rocky, no Sylvester Stallone
Niggas jock me but I'm still in the zone
Just got a new piece and that bitch is chrome
We rocking Ksubis and we smoking strong
These niggas coochie, you know we got the throne
Your bitch is bad, hell nah, I can't leave her alone
100 grand in cash and we headed home