Music: Devaul DeNiro Neal/Tashif Omarr Turner/Dior Giovanni Petty
In Detroit
Big money in the pockets of small boys
Has the attention of federal investigators
The kids work in teams
One collecting the money
Another delivering the dope
Others acting as lookouts
And all are decoys for one another
And when a lookout throws a signal
A busy street can become deserted in a matter of seconds
If a mother****er would ask them
Damn, man, who got it?
Them young boys got it
All I think about
All I think about
Product movin' in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots
All I think about
All I think about
Product movin' in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots, uh
Price on your head, that's the cost of living
Dreams dissolve in prison
When the law convict them, we're all victims to some extent
She was playin' hard to get
But gave up the pussy for Lent
Lord, forgive me
This shit's so easy, it's a gimme
To get in her jeans, she gotta shimmy
Leave me your ear, I'm droppin' solitaires
I ain't bettin' when I put money on squares
When everybody eatin', all you see is veneers
Smiles from ear to ear
Then the RICO appear
That's when shit get weird
Brothers start turnin' on each other
Just another story from the gutter
A bunch of hustling mother****ers
Yeah
All I think about
All I think about
Product movin' in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots
All I think about
All I think about
Product movin' in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots
All I think about
Kilos, I would dream about
At the moment, I was keepin' count
Started with a ball, trying to see an ounce
Matter fact, was a half track
Bad batch, no cash stack
Was ahead, now I'm back back
This was way before the coupe matte black
Cookin' crack, countin' money
Servin' junkies, watch for undies
Two-five, the **** tried to jump me
Hope this bitch work when I get to dumpin'
'Round the first, we get to pumpin'
Plug trust, he get to frontin'
Move 'em quick, he keep 'em comin'
Money made, let's get into somethin'
Hit the club with my fists pumpin', that's a Blade dance
Rollie on my wrist with the sprayed band
I'm with a made man, hoes blow kisses and wave hands
No facial hair but I shave grams
Short money I can't stand
Born and raised on Fenkell Ave
My boogeyman was the raid van
They hit the crib, took everything
Car, TVs, and the platinum chains
Not the platinum chain, Pops hid that
In the kitty litter when he heard the bang
Neighbors watched as they cleaned us out
We was livin' good, we bleedin' now
So growin' up, ain't wanna see an ounce
Till I got broke and I seen the rock
Now all I think about
All I think about
Product movin' in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots
All I think about
All I think about
Product moving in and out
She swallow every drop
She a demon, make her stop
You a hater, not a opp
Pass incomplete, we got the drop
White girl jumpin' out the pot
All your streams come from bots
Your ****'s a hater
You wanna be an opp so bad
Bruiser
All I think about
All I think about
You just made me do it
Gotchu
Bruiser, yeah