Baby Smoove - Risk It All, Pt.2 lyrics

(Meech)
How it feel, man, nobody got my back
For real i'm out jugging
I ain't thinking 'bout no fucking deal
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 flavors 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 sound like the Hellcat
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 57 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 neighbors 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'?

Fa fa
Fa mmm, Franchise shit
(Michigan Meech)