[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***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 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
N***a 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
[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 shit so stale, I'll do everything but dance, yeah
He be blown in with his ears like that n***a 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