Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Michigan Meech)
Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand
Pull up with them K's like the Ku Klux Klan

[Verse]
I don't know what's going on, I think all the love fake
I can't trust nobody, you can see it in my face
So much lean in this cup, I just drink it for the taste
I wear Just Don shorts with a F by my face
n*gga, you a nobody, what you saying don't matter
She spend time with me then go to you right after
I'm doing 120, 'bout to go a lot faster
I know she a teacher, but she built like a dancer
High as hell, late night, I be running red lights
It came out gold, but this a Tech red pint
If she was broke b*tch, I'd never ever pipe
If that was broke b*tch, she'd never be my type
It's levels to this sh*t, I know my lifestyle different
She don't wear no clothes when she cleaning in the kitchen
I dare you not to duck when that chopper started kissing
Pocket full of neighborhood blues, loc tripping
We'll hang you by the neck just for calling me a name
Same guns from the video will hit you broad-day
That n*gga want attention too bad, he look lame
So many pairs of Amiris, I can give this sh*t away
She was just on my di*k, next day she with her dude
If I told you what she told me, you would say I'm being rude
Do a n*gga real bad, I'm trying to see him on the news
I can make it rain water with these .762's
I be running through Diors like they Air Force 1's
You ain't really sh*t but a first-class bum
If you look in my chest, I got zaza lungs
I'm 'bout to buy a Huracan then bring it to the slums
n*gga supposed to be mans, but he acting like a fan
Amiri shopping every week, each pair cost a band
I never thought I'd have a b*tch who'd be worried 'bout her tan
Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand
[Outro]
Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand
Pull up with them K's like the Ku Klux Klan
Boy, your sh*t so stale, I'll do everything but dance, yeah
He be blown in with his ears like that n*gga name Lance, yeah
(sh*t)
Damn, man, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, nah, nah, nah, hold on a second
She be crying on my line, begging for a second chance
I be raising up the doors, it be f*cking up my hands
I had to raise up the doors (Michigan Meech)
Hold on
Just to raise the doors up
Just to raise the doors, gotta f*ck up
Man, f*ck it, f*ck it, it's over