Risk It All, Pt.2

(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 f*ck 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)