Meech
How it feels, man, nobody got my back, for real
I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no fucking
I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no fucking deal
Look down and I pour up, for real
I just wanna stack some bills (Franchise shit)
(Michigan Meech)
Yeah
I'm done with my bitches, man, I swear they all dumped (Yeah)
I need a new roster from the bottom on up
I think I'm 'bout to spend a hundred on a Benz truck
Right now, I'm in Amiris with my FN tucked
New flavours in the air, I can't wait 'til they touch
I'm rich as hell, lil' bitch, I don't really care to fuck
No-whip-ass nigga, but he went and got some buffs
It sounds like the Hell-cat, but the motor in the trunk
Wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk
My nigga in the feds now, sleeping on the top bunk
Why you lying to your bitch? You know you the top punk
We got automatic shit, it be three shots at once
Yeah, BLM cool, but let a nigga play dumb
You can be black, white, or blue, I bet you still get slumped
Yeah, we got a hundred guns, but you will still get jumped
Got a fridge full of pints and I can't sell one
(Fa-fa-fa) We be aimin' at the head
You can't even roll over in that lil' ass bed
Real dog shit stacked, lil' boy, money spread
I'm only here for the head, your legs ain't gotta spread
The 5.7 bullets came and hit him just like Edge
I can go in the safe like, "Who ain't got red?"
I was in middle school, gun right in my bag
Chrome 25 with tape, it would have got on your ass
I eat gourmet meals, I'm a king and a boss
Niggas don't serve shit, all them dope stories talk
We can put a nigga on or we can knock a nigga off
If I feel like it's worth it, then your life is the cost
Niggas talk like hoes, they be thinking that it's cool
They'll kill your girl and you mama if you touch Baby Smoove
This exotic, so strong, I'm the highest in the room
I got unlimited drank, I could drink a raw deuce
Shit, my neighbours engineers and some doctors too
They don't know what I be on, shit, we got doctors too
I was really in the field, it ain't hard to get proof
You a lame ass nigga, so it's hard to get juice
Lil' nigga, your apartment ain't the size of my garage
We got all type of guns, nigga, just for homicides
Man, you niggas pushing thirty and y'all still need a ride
Know I'm really twenty-three with a four car garage
Get a nigga stood over to make sure he ain't alive
Still remember when she left out, the day my sister died
My mama said she was sleep, so I thought she would arrive
But I knew it wasn't right off the that way she cried
They gon' send it to my phone before it's out at Revive
Man, these niggas out here, they just cap all the time
I got like thirty shots that's gon' come out my nine
Boy, what you gon' do when they come at you flyin'?
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Mmm, Franchise shit
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(Michigan Meech)