Kid Vishis - Straight Out Of Detroit lyrics

rate me

Straight out of detroit, a crazy motherfucker named vishis

Aiming for the riches though I come from the trenches

Son of a killer, get mad poison from the thriller

Bullets missed you, it’s cool

Cause it’ll still hit you nigga

I’m back, a black lone ranger, define force

On my high horse, riding round looking for danger

Detroit mangler, I see royce famous so I’m hungry

But keep the fame, I just want the money

Like 3 men in one, get your gun right now

If I verse the power to put your lights out

When I strike I lash out your ass out

How you going to war with royalty what you cash bout

I came here to stomp you, till you bleed

I walked in wearing jordans, red bottoms when I leave

Catch you in the club, I see you dumpin

While your fist pumping

You cash your jewels bitch, running

You hard when you rhyme boy

But your crew remind me of bitches in men’s clothes

Y’all a bunch of tomboys

Put your swag in a bag zip it up

Prolly trash, if you can spit

And still ain’t sick as us

Niggas try us I’m head hunting your pumpkin

But led dumpin and spread down to your legs

From aims nothing

Big bank take little bank

You will lose, Morris Day stash

Couple extra grand in his shoes

You about to witness the natural immaturation of Ryan

Taking it back with fat laces and iron

I am on an actual fact basis, spacing out on the track

Wait to plying

Be came a long way from niggas wanting me blown away

To after I’m gone wanting my bones donated to science

Predicting my own unpredictable fate

The same as the mayans

And when you define great

They continue to translate it to crime, ah

The ill pedigree, tell your hoe chill

She gotta kneel before the D and then I let her C

And before I let her B

I drop her in the A, let her spree

She shoppin till she fell asleep

As soon as the emblem on the benz

Set the hood tell her peace

Like met the world, never met a girl

Like anian deloreace, better you instead of me

Now tell the feds, they can alphabetically swallow a set of these

And that’s right, Vishis your boy protege

Riding in the infamous bentley and porsche motorcade

Every chick you know is a hoe, my boat store away

Every goon I roll with to throw away for a 4 way

Y’all tryina teach, I’m tryina win fuck pointers

I got enough ends to cut corners

Just join us, as I ride for status, my status on grind

Niggas who mind don’t matter

Who matter don’t mind.

Thanks to Andy Forbes for correcting these lyrics