Detroit L-O - In My DTS

Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS
Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS

Use to have a 2007, jet black
Cadillac on stocks, ima get my baby back
Listening to other people really set me back
When I should've trust my gut, lay low and just stack
Down Grand River, grab a shake from Elias
Seen a cutie at the G bro, I ain't even try her
Cuz I ain't got the time to put myself in a position
Where I get acquainted with a chick who got a man that's simping
But Imma keep it pimping
She gave it up, she loved it, now she limping
Because I specialize in pussy digging
Hoes ignore me cuz they want the nigga in the charger
If she wanna hop up in my shit, then imma charge her
Pay a fee to fuck with me or you can ride the charter
Make my life harder, don't look any further
Huge ass trunk, I can put some sounds in it
Huge ass trunk, I can put some pounds in it

Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS
Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS

Flexing the best one, let a nigga test one
If the engine goes out, on to the next one
Oil change, fresh tune up, she in tip top
Spilling shit inside my Cadillac and you can get dropped
Off at the next stop, might not be a rest stop
Only bump that G shit, jazz and real hip hop
I just need a solid coat of paint, no flip flop
I can serve you niggas valid game in a ziploc
Listen doc, it ain't no eating in my ride
I like to keep a fresh Febreze smell all inside
I'm grown now, I ain't scared to tell a chick I love her
As long as it's mutual and she real and she a hustler
A woman who gone let me know when I ain't on my shit
Cuz I'm a nigga who won't do it if it ain't legit
Talks with my producer, bout to work us out a split
Super chill, scented candles only thing that's lit

Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS
Niggas love to hate and wanna see me stress
But I'm chilling, counting paper in my DTS
Niggas over hyped and wanna see me flex
But I'm cruising, bumping jazz in my DTS

Written by:
Angelo Willis

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