Risk It All, Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Meech)
How it feel, man, nobody got my back, for real
I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no f*cking deal
I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no f*cking deal
Look down and I pour up, for real
I just wanna stack some bills (Franchise sh*t)
(Michigan Meech)
Yeah

[Verse]
I'm done with my b*tches, 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 flavors in the air, I can't wait 'til they touch
I'm rich as hell, lil' b*tch, I don't really care to f*ck
No-whip-ass n*gga, but he went and got some buffs
It sound like the Hellcat, but the motor in the trunk
Wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk
My n*gga in the feds now, sleeping on the top bunk
Why you lying to your b*tch? You know you the top punk
We got automatic sh*t, it be three shots at once
Yeah, BLM cool, but let a n*gga 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 sh*t 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
n*ggas don't serve sh*t, all them dope stories talk
We can put a n*gga on or we can knock a n*gga off
If I feel like it's worth it, then your life is the cost
n*ggas 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
sh*t, my neighbors engineers and some doctors too
They don't know what I be on, sh*t, we got doctors too
I was really in the field, it ain't hard to get proof
You a lame ass n*gga, so it's hard to get juice
Lil' n*gga, your apartment ain't the size of my garage
We got all type of guns, n*gga, just for homicides
Man, you n*ggas pushing thirty and y'all still need a ride
Know I'm really twenty-three with a four car garage
Get a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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'?
[Outro]
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Mmm, Franchise sh*t
(Michigan Meech)