Risk It All, Pt.2

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)