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Memothemafioso - Yeah Right Michigan Flow Lyrics

Yeah Right (Michigan Flow) Lyrics[Intro]
(My nigga Johnny got another one)
(Fre$co, that's cold)
Huh

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm on that shit again
Hater talkin' hella stupid like I'm ignorant
How I'm cuttin' on this, probably think I'm outta Michigan
Light seven on a touch-down, I'm finna ship again
Well, motherfucker, what it look like?
My bitch ratchet, I'm addicted to the hood type
I'll beat his ass to my song 'cause the hook nice
They can tryna copy what I do, but it don't look right
First couple grams to a half, now I got the whole
Hit a lil' harder, now I get the blow up by the 'bow
Pullin' up with thirty thousand on me, I could buy the store
Somethin' like a spoiled fat kid, always want some more
Huh, I'm always hungry when it come to dough
I'm into makin' money hella fast, but I count it slow
Lil' bro crackin' EDD, his account just froze
Hittin' likе it's crack in the '80s, my pockets swole
I shinе harder 'cause I grind harder
And matter fact, 'cause I grind smarter
Holy shit, I'm makin' wine outta dirty water
You ain't finna do it like I do it, better try harder
That means you really gotta do it right
Wise man told me, "Pay attention how you move at night"
Way before I had my first blammer, I would tuck a knife
Probably why I cut the fuck up when I hit the mic
Took a whole year off like who I think I am?
Shit be goin' hella smooth when I make a plan
I done seen a snake bite his brother for some petty bands
Watch out for them people in disguise tryna be your mans
Yup, it's only right to be your own shooter
Trust issues got me goin' crazy like I'm Ray Jr
They ain't got no dirt up on my name, so they startin' rumors
I be laughin' while they in they grave, got the darkest humor
It's too late, you should've started sooner
Haters love to take a lot of notes, think I'm they greatest tutor
Feelin' disrespectful, I'ma get up in his mama's cooter
I'ma get some top from his granny, she a Baby Boomer
Huh, you know I'm kiddin', though
Door to door with three different bitches like what it's hittin' for?
Buyin' all them diamonds, why the fuck they isn't hittin', though?
My jeweler ever did me like that, you know I'm mixin' bro
Nah, for real, that's why I go to Mike
Take a bag to MSK, guaranteed to get you right
Labels callin' every day, they wanna get me on a flight
Stand on what I know, no, my worth ain't got no fuckin' price
Yeah, that's on my fuckin' life
I'ma sell myself short, yeah fuckin' right
I'm the one your girl call when you ain't hit it right
Big-boy toys when I play, ain't no Fisher Price

[Outro]
Yeah, ain't no Fisher Price
Thinking it's a game, playin' with your life
I'm callin' every bluff, I see through the hype
Really think he on somethin', yeah fuckin' right
Haha
Come on, man, shit too easy
Y'all know who really do this shit for real, though, man
Huh, you really doin' what? Yeah fuckin' right