Hottest In Michigan

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Oh, your last nigga broke your heart? I can fix that If the pussy ain't got a scent on it, I'ma lick that I know the bitch got some good head, she got a big back I just got two free pounds of weed, I'm finna flip that Hundred thousand dollars for the crib, where you live at? You in the club four days out the week, where your kids at? Disrespectful, I'll cut into a nigga, like, "Where your bitch at?" Guaranteed if the bitch let you fuck, I can hit that [Verse 2: BabyTron] Break a brick down four times like a KitKat Dude a grown-ass man, but still'll get him kidnapped Head to toe, my 'fit on point, my neck and my wrist match Would've thought the perky had some teeth, this bitch just bit back We'll turn y'all kickback to a lay down, to a stay down Slidin' down and turn your block into a playground Used to LOL up in my comments, what's to say now? [Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG] Thе pinky ring I bought eight thousand dollars I just got down, sold him eight ounces of flour Makin' tеn racks to spit a track, you won't catch me 'round no powder I'm tryna cook two bricks, though, give me 'bout an hour I'm easily jumpin' on this beat You ain't paid your car note in three months, you gettin' repo'ed, baby I ain't really good at drinkin' fours, we pour eighters I ain't never smoke one gram, bro, we roll eighth-ies Left the crib broke, came back with a hundred, I'm a hero, baby I could put ten phones in your name if you was zero, maybe [Verse 4: BabyTron] Never would I send the real drop, I sent a near location Openin' a turkey bag of zotti, I can't hear no hatin' Better chill out, know some hackers that'll clear your savings Me, fallin' off? I know it's weirdos waitin' The only thing I fear is federal bureau agents Get to it 'fore I'm up for real, bitch, I got zero patience This bitch gettin' on my nerves like a neurosurgeon Plug tryna say it's zotti, if it's churros, merch it Out in London with that doggie, spendin' euros splurgin' My bitch wrist Van Cleef and her purse on Birkin [Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG] Sike, bitch, I'm not finished Guaranteed he won't walk the same when this Glock hit him We the ones who'll hit a nigga block and drop fifty If you ever seen Rio out in public, had a pop with me Took a nigga watch and stepped on it 'til it stopped tickin' First gun I had was a Glock, I never shot a Smith & You can't take nine shots in the face, bro, you not 50 Whipped out the heat and popped my cousin up, he had an opp with him [Verse 6: BabyTron] Took his pop and poured it out, the drank wasn't real in it Sauce creator, what you gotta know, I wouldn't steal in it Turned sixty down to do Coachella, wasn't feelin' it Bitch asked me what I want for Christmas, a trillion Know a shooter who stay right off Hayes but he ain't Killian Back to that trillion, I really need bazillions Tryna have a money race? Ain't got enough resilience Red dot on his forehead, I think he Indian Your bitch a puppet, I'm a ventriloquist I might fight a case over this beat right now, I'm killin' it Rio, BabyTron, the two hottest in Michigan Scored on some Hi-Tech somehow, nah, we ain't sippin' Trish ShittyBoyz Dog Shit Militia [Outro] Long live $cam