BabyTron - Michigan Ave lyrics

Shit, I woke up feelin' crazy
I'm damn near sick
Still won't stop the grind
Day four of the calendar
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, Hokatiwi
Yeah, brrt, yeah, brrt
Yeah, up before for the
Birds, I ain't chirpin', though
I gotta keep it solid, ShittyBoyz
Dog $hit Militia

It's gon' take a lot longer to
Heal if you pickin' the scab
Got a play on Eastern
Told him meet me on Michigan Ave
This some retro red
I'ma nod off of sipping a half
Turkey in the middle of Finkle, tripping
Drifting the 'Cat
Got a whole Kentucky Derby in the whip
Hittin' the dash
If I try to teach you the game
Is you gon' finish the class? (yeah)
Opposition, if I see him
I'm whippin' his ass (Bitch)
I'm on futuristic time
Left that shit in my past
Uh uh, it's too late
Why you just now tryna zip up yo' bag?
(Lame)
Wouldn't even try it, blicky equipped
Attached feeling chatty, rocking Virgil
Wear it with the tags
Would've thought the scale up
On the trampoline, we flippin' bags
I peeped y'all weakness
It ain't really shit to dribble past
These superchargers
It ain't really shit to wiggle fast (Skrrt)
Gangy rocking out the tour like we Nickelback
Gave bro a penny on that road
He brought a nickle back
Talk a body, up a quarter ticket
Someone get a half
I remember shaking in that coat, shit
My lips was chapped (Swear)
Now it cost a thousand just to get a track
(Fly) i ain't talking bout no rap
It's thirty for a verse
Hundred giffy self-scanning
Think I'm worrying the clerk
I'll shake and bake him, hit from deep
I'm Curry with the work (Three)
Unky told me, all the money
Dirty on the first
Smoking without caring, spillin' drank
I'm dirtying my shirt
Foggy than a bitch 'cause I done boxed it
Blurry in the 'Vert
Half a city, chop just screwed him
Took a Perky with his syrup
D$M, make a custom jersey for my hearse
Wake up to some bullshit, you know birds
They early when they chirp
I cannot do the green
Words slurry off the purp' (Nope)
Just know Scrumble
He finna get scurvy if he smurk
I don't think you got it in
You to reach the finish line
Lookin' in yo' eyes
I can tell you just the finished kind
(Finished)
Fatality, we pull through, slide down
Finish guys (Finished)
Take yo' money back to Dukes
You can't get shit for five (Finished)

Them lil' boys is finished, finishing move
One, two, three! It's over