Bandhunta Izzy Made Me (feat. YFN Lucci)
[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)
