Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Made Me , by - Bandhunta IzzyRelease date: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made Me |
| 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) |
| 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) |
| 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) |