[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Made-n***a, I can't show you how to make bands
And my diamonds do not dance, bitch, they breakdance
Glock up in my pants, I give this bitch my last name
Rollin’ up, Designer, opps all in my ashtray
I had the hood hot, n***a, block fever
If you ain't Baby Shooter don't call me twin
’Fore I fall for a bitch, n***a, I'll leave her
I'm fuckin' up the summer once again, uh
I got no cellings on the coupe, I feel like Tar, yeah
You bet' not bring that bitch around if she ain't loyal