Made Of lyrics

[Chorus: Chill Will]
Now I done been down, but I done came up
Bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[?]
I'm bout to shock the whole world, no taiser
If you a hater, you a hater
Stay at least 50 feat from a playa
The baddest b*tch in the world, I wouldn't say na
I'm bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of

[Verse 1: Chill Will]
[?] I'm bout to drop some flavor
If she like me, give me head, no shaver
[?] I ain't [?]
These bricks [?] like a flat screen, no cable
These n*ggas sleep, I'm bout to make them wake up
These n*ggas b*tches the same, but the makеup
I'm bout to shake the whole world, no Ali
Thеse n*ggas thirsty man, I nthink they need a [?]
Get closer if you need to take a closer look
[?]
You can check my background, it's an open book
In Mexico I'm going fishing, no fish hook

[Chorus: Chill Will]
Now I done been down, but I done came up
Bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[?]
I'm bout to shock the whole world, no taiser
If you a hater, you a hater
Stay at least 50 feat from a playa
The baddest b*tch in the world, I wouldn't say na
I'm bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Rich!
I'm so icy, your main b*tch like me
QC taking over like notsi
Like [?] my pockets [?]
These n*ggas hating, I'm balling and flexing [?]
My n*ggas got choppers, revolvers [?]
f*ck n*gga, I'll put you in the trunk
[?]
[?]
You a fake ass n*gga [?]
Me and Chill Will rolling like we in the field
[?] no deal
All my n*ggas 100, they all real
[?] 50 bricks
[?]
[?] front door
Walk out, hundred bands at the back door
[?] 5 O
You can hate me now, [?]
Young rich n*gga on top now
I ain't had sh*t, look what I have now
[?]

[Chorus: Chill Will]
Now I done been down, but I done came up
Bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[?]
I'm bout to shock the whole world, no taiser
If you a hater, you a hater
Stay at least 50 feat from a playa
The baddest b*tch in the world, I wouldn't say na
I'm bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[Verse 3: Chill Will]
I done been down, I done came up
Then I traviled round the world like a saylor
I made your mama wish she never would've named ya
I made your daddy feel like he so ashamed of ya
I let your girl eat my babies, no [?]
Cause the slang super sharp, no raiser
I'm getting paper, I'm getting paper
I'm standing tall on these n*ggas, [?]
[?] stand next to me
Now Imma tell you why she wanna stand next to me
Cause all this money that's stacked right next to me

[Chorus: Chill Will]
Now I done been down, but I done came up
Bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of
[?]
I'm bout to shock the whole world, no taiser
If you a hater, you a hater
Stay at least 50 feat from a playa
The baddest b*tch in the world, I wouldn't say na
I'm bout to show these n*ggas what I'm made of