Made Me

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy & YFN Lucci]

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)

[Verse 1: Bandhunta Izzy]

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

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy & YFN Lucci]

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)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]

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

[Chorus: Bandhunta Izzy & YFN Lucci]

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)