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10pm In Detroit

"10pm In Detroit" Lyrics by Tee Grizzley

(Reuel, stop playin’ with these niggas)

Did I start with some help, nigga? (Uh-uh), nah, nada

Put it in they face, now I’m poppin’ out in all Prada (You see it)

Used to remember everybody ignorin’ my calls, gang

I’m the last nigga that was expected to ball, gang (I was)

Tried to put me on the floor when I was shootin’ in the ‘jects (What?)

I know you ain’t braggin’ on that when them lil’ niggas ain’t step (Bitch-ass)

Would’ve did me a favor, shit, I needed that free hat

I’ma shoot another one the deuce, bitch, run it back (Ayy, meet me there, nigga)

Won’t ever gossip how you helped ’em, they just bad-mouth (They just bad-mouth)

Ain’t never did shit for me, expectin’ handouts (Nigga, what?)

Listen, I don’t give a fuck what niggas mad ’bout (Fuck ’em)

Only ones I owe around this bitch is them crash-outs (You hear me?)

I don’t care if niggas don’t draw it, run me my check (Run it)

Rose-gold flooded Patek, Tiffany vet (Tiffany)

You ever had a hundred K in twenties? Shit a mess (Woo)

Rolls truck at hibachi, after hours, tip the chef (Woo)

You expected some shit for free? Oh, nah, that’s crazy work (Oh, that’s crazy)

Bitch, pay me first, no pape’ involved? Then we can’t make it work (Uh-uh)

Niggas in the city started droppin’, I stopped takin’ Percs (I stopped)

All that sneak dissin’, bitch, you flashin’ what I make off merch

You want somethin’? Ask, what don’t get fed? A closed mouth

Niggas ass backwards, all that fuckin’ jewelry, no house

Bro, stop fuckin’ niggas’ hoes, niggas crashin’ ’bout they spouse

You a fuckin’ rat, so if you got a son, he a mouse

Grizzley Gang, GG, nigga, G7, fuck the rest

Told bro don’t kill the opps ’cause bein’ broke is worth than death

He say that Glock 40 must got an anger problem ’cause it yell

Nah, these lil’ niggas must be in seventh grade ’cause they 12 (Hol’ up)

They should put hates on Instagram ’cause I know them boys don’t like this shit

Multi-millionaire, I come from bustin’ scripts on Vicodin

Money flowin’ like BeyoncĂ© song, we be all night with it

And me and baby drunk in love, doin’ all type of shit

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