Chavo & Pi’erre Bourne - Michigan (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) [Verse 1: Chavo] Shh, iPhone 11 going bonkers, lil' b*tch is a monster, pull up in the Tonka Shh, I told her, "Don't call me Rayshaun, you better call me Mister Chavo 'cause I won't see you tomorrow" Shh, I'm smokin' spliffs and Runtz in Tahoes and we don't smoke on Gelato, told my driver, "Watch for potholes" Shh, she cuffing hunchos when she drop clothes, I ain't trippin', on the Bible, just don't touch my codeine bottle [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] I'm a D-boy, you a decoy fu*kin' in jacuzzis like I'm Uncle Elroy That pack, I blow it strong, this sh*t like some steroids In the front and out the back, man that ni**a fell for it Yeah, green tree, white cane, I'm from Michigan I'm a gymnast with the bag, I be flippin' it We both met on Instagram, now my dick in her Flew her in, flew her out, with a brick with her Codeine that's my main thing If they know me, ask them, they gon' say the same thing I'm in another ni**a hood, let my chain swang I went to church, the pastor called me by my stage name [Chorus: Chavo] Shh, PO gave me a lil' cup and told me piss in it (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) ni**a said, "The whip look familiar", 'cause his b*tch in it Gotta double up, put your wrist in it Lil' freaky b*tch in my ear like, "Put your fist in it" Sss, run with snakes, hear 'em hiss and sh*t Cuzzo had on all blue like he play for Michigan Where b*tches Bal Harbour shoppin', never kissin' 'em None of my ni**as down bad, they all positioned in [Verse 3: Chavo] Sss, we can smoke my weed, but where the grabba at? Check please, told her, "Don't call me, I'ma call you back" Mercedes-Benz driving, lady French riding, Chavo two-timing Shine bright in a few diamonds The club owner wanna know when my crew arriving Left my ex b*tch in the past 'cause she move conniving New chick got Gucc' flips and we flew to islands Eat Ruth's Chris with toothpicks, got my shooters vibing [Chorus: Chavo] Shh, PO gave me a lil' cup and told me piss in it ni**a said, "The whip look familiar", 'cause his b*tch in it Gotta double up, put your wrist in it Lil' freaky b*tch in my ear like, "Put your fist in it" Sss, run with snakes, hear 'em hiss and sh*t Cuzzo had on all blue like he play for Michigan Where b*tches Bal Harbour shoppin', never kissin' 'em None of my ni**as down bad, they all positioned in [Outro] Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2