Block Fever Snippet

[Intro]

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[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