Michigan Love lyrics

[Intro: Detwan Love]
(Zhine, you always up to sumthin')
Ayy, yeah
Hey, motherf*cker

[Verse 1: Detwan Love]
I never cared if n*ggas f*ck with me 'cause I'ma keep goin' (Ahhh)
What type of gun them n*ggas had?
They was like, "What type of gun them n*ggas had? That b*tch kept blowin'"
Ain't no point in beatin' on that b*tch, she gon' keep hoein'
Arguin' with a n*gga at the gym, should I blow 'em?
Nah, Twan chill, you got kids, you gotta keep goin'
f*ck a b*tch real good, then go our ways
What the f*ck you wanna link for, to play the game?
b*tch, stop tryna kiss me, I am not bae
All these n*ggas envy me, I can feel it in they handshake
You can't take di*k, b*tch, I can tell by your waist shape
One time me and Kid stomped a n*gga out in Westgate
Titties on my gun, boy, wanna get breastfed?
Should I say, "No Diddy"? Or y'all know what I'm sayin'?
I'm the ghetto UPS man, I read what your package said
Mm, like merch, I'm gettin' sh*t sent from Pakistan
Got all the guns like my granddaddy from Iran

[Chorus: Detwan Love]
b*tch, make that pus*y do the hoo
Hellcat, she like the way engine go hoo
They love my music all the in Turkmenistan
And when that ass go—, that's my favorite dance
When you—, that's how you make bands
f*ckin' with my shirt on, I ain't trippin', it's the brands
Have you ever been f*cked up? Then what's Spam?
For no amount of money, I can be a hound
b*tch say she celibate, she lookin' for love
You ever thought you won the b*tch and it wasn't what it was?
You ever had a Scramboli? That's Michigan love
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
You ever drop a mixtape and ain't nobody show you love?
A n*gga open up shop on my block, I'ma blow it up
I done drunk too much Don, I'm finna throw it up
You can get hit with this Glock or a uppercut
n*ggas always get the pop but never pour up
I'm with another n*gga b*tch, we fifty floors up
You lil' chatty flashin' two bands, put the pros up
This b*tch forty years old, she a old sl*t
Slice a n*gga, watch his skin rip like a cold-cut
Oh, you grown hatin' on a young n*gga, you a old-f*ck
You let a n*gga take some from you, you a young punk
I'ma ride for my dog like I'm Lil' Durk
She take me back after I cheat, she a lil' dummy
Why everybody paintin' their nails like Lil' Pump?
I get them packs in, I'm Packman, not BFB
My n*gga gettin' that white sh*t in like CMG
Don't make me catch you outside like TMZ
You know the n*gga paid for a feature if it's featurin' me
My n*gga scammed a n*gga for a Benz, he from the DMV
My n*gga Wop from the 'Raq, he be like DMP
I'll beat a n*gga ass like Triple G
I'm in beast mode now like Chicken P
My n*gga like to pop n*ggas up like bacon grease

[Chorus: Detwan Love]
b*tch, make that pus*y do the hoo
Hellcat, she like the way engine go hoo
They love my music all the in Turkmenistan
And when that ass go—, that's my favorite dance
When you—, that's how you make bands
f*ckin' with my shirt on, I ain't trippin', it's the brands
Have you ever been f*cked up? Then what's Spam?
For no amount of money, I can be a hound
b*tch say she celibate, she lookin' for love
You ever thought you won the b*tch and it wasn't what it was?
You ever had a Scramboli? That's Michigan love