BYLUG, yae yae
[Verse 1: Kid]
I'm from the city of the k**ers and thugs
It's so much dirt up on this Michigan glove
Swimming like fishes in blood
If you talk about the D you better mention the LUG
And if you make the wrong move you getting hit with slugs
n***as out there fishing for love
I'd rather be on boss sh**, sitting back, sipping Cris in the club
Tell a b**h come through and baby k** it with hugs
It's mink on the floor so she let me hit on the rug
Was a bad a** n***a used to piss in the tub
Found out he was b**h now ain't no feelings for cuz
Hoes finding me appealing because
b**hes love a real n***a and I'm a real n***a still hit the slums
Still with the ones from back then back in the coupe
Hopped out, seen Young, slapped hands and acting was proof [?]
Really do it we ain't just yapping like you
Action Impact, I hit that to practice to shoot
Back in the booth, the facts and the truth, laughing at you
Yo b**h gave me back rubs I smashed a ma**euse
I had a pa**ion to hoop now I'm pa**ing in coupes
On a path for the loot
Real n***a, I'm the last of a few
Knife on the K, I can stab it and shoot
You n***as sweeter than a basket of fruit
Look, and I be on that other sh** that ride for my brother sh**
And if you think this b**h bad, dog this just another b**h
n***as hating, s** a dick before I finger f** the clip
'Gamo on the buckle b**h, got damn this s**a rich
sh** I don't tolerate, guns say what I gotta say
Squares in yo circle man all you n***as out of shape
You of place if you cross the line
So don't be crossing mines, cross the line, guarantee I off the 9
Say you a boss then why a boss in line?
You just a boss in mind, bosses shine, boy and I'm the boss of mine
"Call in line", what I tell b**hes
f** with a boss kinda hard now they looking stale b**hes
Nail n***as with the hammer if they bad with grammar
Yo b**h horny since a kid she been bad with Santa
I'm in Atlanta at the hip hop awards
Versace Velour, white buffs they probably was yours
Favorite rapper 2Pac Shakur
One white b**h and a chocolate b**h I'm about to smash like S'mores
I ain't done I'm about to give you some more
Good God, galore presidential sh** like Al Gore
Balling like a power forward, you can call me Garnett
Soon as I hit the door, I'm asking where the bar at
You talking all that sh** but n***a where yo heart at?
Play tough then we outside n***a where yo car at?
Too many b**h n***as I don't know where to start at
Too many b**h n***as I don't know where to start at
n***a it's K-I-D and I'll beat yo a**
And my b**h will beat yo b**h a** like Laila Ali
n***a owe up better pay my fee
Or I'm shooting that b**h like A.I be
Pay, I see they can't f** with us
Without a game plan we balling hard no huddle ups
Two .40 cal's on me n***a I don't knuckle up
And n***as talking down but them n***as know what's up with us
They stuck with us, we run the city and that's that
These ain't bubble gum rhymes it's that real Detroit rap
And I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny
[Hook x8]
I'm a young stunna pocket full of money
Don't take me for a joke ain't a damn thing funny