Risk It All Pt. 2 – Baby Smoove

How it feel, man nobody got my back forreal
I’m out juggin, I ain’t think about no food
I’m out juggin, I ain’t think about no food
Michigan Meech

I’m done with my bitches, man I swear they all dumb
I need a new roster from the bottom on up
I think I’m boutta spend 100 on a Benz truck
Right now I’m in Amiri’s with my FN tucked
New flavors in the air, I can’t wait till 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 bucks
It sound like a Hellcat but the motor in the trunk
Wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk
My nigga in the fed’s now sleepin on the top bunk
Why you lyin to ya 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
You even got a hunnid guns but you’ll still get jumped
Got a fridge full of pints and I can’t sell one
We be aimin at the head
You can’t even roll over in that lil ass bed
Real [?] shit stacked, lil boy money spread
I’m only here for the head, yo legs ain’t gotta spread
Them 5-7 bullets came and hit him just like Ed
I can go in the safe, like who ain’t got read
I was in middle school, gun right in my bag
Chrome 2-5 with tape, it woulda got on yo ass
I eat gourmet meal’s, I’m a king and a boss
Niggas don’t serve shit, all them dope stories talk
We could put a nigga on or we could knock a nigga off
If I feel like it’s worth it, then yo life is the cost
Niggas talk like hoes, they be thinkin that it’s cool
They’ll kill yo girl and yo 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 yo apartment ain’t the size of my garage
We got all typa guns, nigga just for homicide
How you niggas pushin thirty and you still need a ride
I’m really 23 with a four car garage
Yeah that nigga stood over to make sure he ain’t alive
I still remember the day she left out, the day my sister died
My momma said she was sleep, so I tought 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 [?]
Man these niggas out here they just cap all the time
I got like thirty shots that gon come out my nine
Boy what you gon do when they come at you flyin

Franchise shit