[Intro]
All of Detroit City!
This is for all them big nut n***as in Detroit
I know you riding high boy, I know you riding high

[Verse 1]
I'm ice skatin' through my city, 500 dropped
Just got a fresh fade from the barber shop
Gonna pick up my n***a, we gonna hit the strip
Got the 3-5-7 just in case we trip
Might get a little drunk, might smoke some weed
If we fuck with some hoes that's all we need
I'm a real ass n***a and never fake
If you feel like me n***a, pump your brakes
See I made this shit for the n***as who roll
Tight like Tony Montana, out control
From the D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Can't no n***a out there fuck with me
I'm gettin' mail, fuck a jail cell, post bail
Esham gettin' paid, who you gonna tell
Wit' yo punk ass, I blast
Any motherfucker runnin' up in a ski mask
Never outdone, only outdoing
Titty bar bitches is the hoes I'm screwin'
Why, 'cause all my n***as did
'Cause they're addicted
To selling yayo, and yellin' hey ho
If you don't know, I think you better go
Ask somebody about a real n***a ho, yo
[Hook]
Bitch you better ask somebody (Bitch you better ask somebody)
'Cause I don't just talk (I don't just talk baby, that's right)
Bitch you better ask somebody (Bitch you better ask somebody)
'Cause I don't just talk (I don't just talk baby, that's right)

[Verse 2]
I don't just talk when it comes to makin' my snaps
'Cause I was slangin' rocks way before all the raps
On the corner slangin' dimes, fuck the rhymes
Young n***a came up through the hard times
I'm a 7-mile ridin', Benz glidin'
Big bluntin', ain't no future in yo' frontin'
From the fall of the Best Friends, Y.B.I
Now n***as in my city like do or die
All I do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes
Have them waitin' by the phone hopin' they get chose
All you punk ass n***as be player hatin'
'Cause I'm makin' this money, straight regulatin'
And you be illegit, all counterfeit, ain't about no business, all about bullshit
Get your shit together, stop ridin' on the next n***a's dick
And lovin' these tricks, it all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower
Dope dealer, footstep follower
Slang an O-Z, 'cause n***as want to know me
Bitch, mind your business, 'cause you're nosy
I'm thinkin' how can I come up on the 8 feet
I never let the money get a chance to get away from me
Street politickin', hoodrat dick stickin'
Call me Colonel Sanders 'cause I got the fried chickens
Ill life wicket ways make me real trife
I bring the thought up it's all about Reel Life
[Hook]
Bitch you better ask somebody (Bitch you better ask somebody)
'Cause I don't just talk (I don't just talk baby, that's right)
Bitch you better ask somebody (Bitch you better ask somebody)
'Cause I don't just talk (I don't just talk baby, that's right)

[Outro: Zelah Williams]
You better ask somebody, if you don't know
You better ask somebody, if you don't know
You better ask somebody, if you don't know
You better ask somebody, if you don't know