Made

[Produced By Jay Storm] [Intro] Who the fuck are you? talking to a made man Who the fuck are you? talking to a made man Talking to a made man, I’m a made man [Verse 1] I say amen, sacrifice 8 men All black with my gold on I was off, now a nigga on Taking pictures with my gold on I was off, now a nigga on In my zone, smoking up the zone Bullet hard hitters, [?] chrome These niggas [?], they be bodying niggas Get out your body, and somebody that might body a nigga I be cooling with the baddest of bitches Smoking Ralph out of bottles cause we ran out of swishers Niggas bitches, I don’t fuck with bich niggas Yeah all my niggas real niggas and we envy the drilling Niggas telling got the most time No talking folks, [?] Smoking dope with the gods, fucking these broads, doing it large Fuck nigga sell hard, [?] rock, niggas crack god You gone think life is a bitch With them bitches [?] and they sucking some dick Foreign cars, foreign broads, foreign planes stay trip I’m made, I’m made [Hook][x4] M A D E, that’s me I’m a made man, you made up I’m hard bodied, you play tough I just fucked, you laid up Bitch so loud, get sprayed up Rounds out the magazine and it’s [?] I am a god, bitches calling me their savior Lou Lou all about his paper I brought guns for the haters I brought guns for the bitches All this money, but none for the bitches Bad bitches, got a ton of them bitches All this money, Imma buy me a [?] I be grinding in my [?], I be riding and smoking I be grinding with your bitch, she shotgun smoking weed Fu Fu is the gang, get money is the creed I be blowing money fast on the way to the cash Got a need for the speed D1 soldiers, no fatigue Go in your room, or compete Bitch I ball like repeat Bitch I [?] [Hook]