(Michigan Meech)

Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand

Pull up with them K's like the Ku Klux Klan

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

Nigga, 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 bitch, I'd never ever pipe

If that was broke bitch, she'd never be my type

It's levels to this shit, 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 nigga want attention too bad, he look lame

So many pairs of Amiris, I can give this shit away

She was just on my dick, next day she with her dude

If I told you what she told me, you would say I'm being rude

Do a nigga real bad, I'm trying to see him on the news

I can make it rain water with these 7. 62s

I be running through Diors like they Air Force 1's

You ain't really shit 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

Nigga 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 bitch

who'd be worried 'bout her tan

Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand

Sipping Wock' on the beach with my feet in the sand

Pull up with them K's like the Ku Klux Klan

Boy, your shit so stale, I'll do everything but dance, yeah

He be blown in with his ears like

that nigga name Lance, yeah

(Shit)

Damn, man, fuck it, fuck it, fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck up

Man, fuck it, fuck it, it's over