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Made Me
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Bandhunta Izzy
Featuring(s) : YFN Lucci
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I can't even explain it, the trap made me who I am I was only a freshman and I was distributing grams You ain't get that feeling with that strap itchin' in your hands You ain't even pull up out there on a mission with your mans Look, two man, two Glocks, one stick, one van, one plan And your man we pop, we givin' out shots They calling me, they calling me Doc, they calling me Doc We giving out, we giving out shots (Oh, headshots) [Bandhunta Izzy] Ayy, two man, two Glocks, who killed him, who shot? Out there in the streets I'm playing Tetris, who stackin' them blocks Cut it with the Fentanyl, stretch and take that up the top Out there with a drum, I'm in a band, who ready to rock? Since I got some money, niggas changed on me I hit my knees, I pray to God he keep them lames from me We ain't the same, homie Caught me lackin' in the street, Blake Griffin, and he banged on me We ain't the same, homie, cause I got some aim on me I'm swimming in the deep end, you don't play for keeps, we keep them Last nigga tried to play tough, then forensics ass brought sheets in I was really out starving, nigga, feast up, we eat then Chopstick came with a broom, creep up and we sweep them I can't even explain it, the trap made me who I am I was only a freshman and I was distributing grams You ain't get that feeling with that strap itchin' in your hands You ain't even pull up out there on a mission with your mans Look, two man, two Glocks, one stick, one van, one plan And your man we pop, we givin' out shots They calling me, they calling me Doc, they calling me Doc We giving out, we giving out shots (Oh, headshots) [YFN Lucci] One man, one Glock, I'm pullin' up drop All that, and that shit hit out the top, I'm aiming at tops, huh, yeah And this ain't no prop, I can get you popped, heh We won't hesitate to throw a party on your block, yeah On your block, yeah, huh, raised by the street, yeah Drac' right in reach, yeah, Lu', where the fiend, yeah Ain't no hide and seek (No) See can that boy catch a hollow, like he wide receive See can that boy catch a hollow after hollow Me with no ice is like no crowd at the Apollo And we run him down, we ain't shootin' out no car though (Nah) Ha, or no window (Nah) Yeah, and we tote nothin' but extendos I can't even explain it, the trap made me who I am I was only a freshman and I was distributing grams You ain't get that feeling with that strap itchin' in your hands You ain't even pull up out there on a mission with your mans Look, two man, two Glocks, one stick, one van, one plan And your man we pop, we givin' out shots They calling me, they calling me Doc, they calling me Doc We giving out, we giving out shots (Oh, headshots)
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