Detour Yeat (Ft. Swaghollywood)

[Intro]
(Dee B got that heat)

[Chorus: Yeat]
Don’t rock no jansport (Dee B got that heat)
Back at the airport
Boy you so broke and you her last resort
Yeah, my flight was cancelled had to take a detour
I’ve been counting blue, but that just mean I need me more

[Verse 1: Yeat]
I ain’t have no passport (Vroom)
Swear to god ho, I need like all four (All four)
Tom Ford, Gucci, and Dior
I’m tryna tell you, but my words slur
You say that’s you’re bitch, but she be going to my home
Helicopter, choppa with the mothafuckin’ drum
Choppa eating him up
Ho, I’m not your friend or your mothafuckin’ cousin
No-no-no-no (No-no-no-no)
You do what you can, I do whatever I please (I do whatever I please)
I got two bitches, they begging to me on their knees, please

[Verse 2: Swaghollywood]
Ooh-please, ooh-wee
Baby wanna fuck me cause the money on me (On me)
Had to take a different route to go overseas (Seas)
So deep inside her got her saying unleash your kids (Kids)
All up in her future, La-di, Da-di (Da-di)
Show up in your blood baby, ain’t talking IV (IV)
This givenchy boy, you can’t even afford this (Afford this)
So many hoes they had to rotate on me (On me)
I’ve been in the studio ain’t getting no sleep (No sleep)
I can’t trust a soul cause these niggas they creep (They creep)
Got your handouts, feel like my pockets swollen
(Yeah, yeah)
It’s been fuck you niggas can’t get no money from me (Yeah, yeah)
Mama, said them diamonds, fuck, could spend them thousands on they jeans
(Yeah, yeah)
Told mama to calm down, cause I had it on me