Block Fever Snippet lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh

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