Block Fever Snippet

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Uh [Verse 1] Made-nigga, I can show you how to make bands And my diamonds do not dance, bitch, they breakdance Glock up in my pants, I'll give this bitch my last name Rollin’ up Designer Opps all in my ashtray I had the hood hot, nigga, block fever If you ain't Baby Shooter don't call me twin ’Fore I fall for a bitch, nigga, 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 better not bring that bitch around if she ain't loyal