Fuck Em Up

Mr Sandman Freestyle

(intro) , lil bitch, money don't chase nobody. 
You want it? better get up and take it.)
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Mobbin’ out the D, whole clique in the ghost car, 
Parcels out the crib, 
that fast money take it so far. 
Drum on the stick, opp ghosted on sight,
Hellcat screamin’, AMG flyin’ through the 6 mile 
Spin through the East, got the city on watch, drum on the glock,
 every corner get locked. 
 
Shadows duck smoke,
they don’t mess with the fam,
Bitches on the floor, throwin’ cash while I stand.
Chrome on my neck, but the steel got weight, 
Richard Mille dumb silly, can’t copy the face. 
Everybody know who run this bitch, 
Plays in the back, yeah we own this city.
Ghost chain heavy, came straight from the docks, 
Bust down receipts, yeah the proof in the box. 
Hundred grand flex,
Detroit no michi, gangu to mobbin’ 
Doa kara bag, subete o shoppin’ 
Switch tsuita Glock, opp wa mou down 
Ubau kuruma, Hellcat, AMG town
Block mawashi, engine wa meirei 
Opps wa kowagatte, kesshite korei 
Bitch tachi odoru, ashi wa full throttle 
Ore-ra no crew, subete motto motto
On Detroit streets, mobbin’ with my gang,
Bags out the door, turn cash into slang.
Switchs on the drum, opps drop where they stand,
ghost Hellcats,  ghost AMGs in my lot.
We spin the block, engines roar like commandos,
Opps don’t test us, they scared of the clan.
Bitches shaking ass, throttle to the floor,
My crew gets it all — and then we want more.

Dope Man ft. Golden BSP

Eazy Mac