Made Of Freestyle

Mmm-mm
Yea, I like that, ha
DEV
Yea, yea
Okay fuck all the bullshit
My nigga's with it for real
Can't give a fuck how you feel
We came up from nothin'
Now we runnin' to the M's
Now we runnin' to the M's
On top of the hill
Yea we on top of the hill
And we just keep rolling like wheels
Fuck how you feel
My nigga's ready to kill
So we let you do what you will
Them couple racks I spent that on a coat
Freaky lil hoe love my hand on her throat
She get me wet like the water, the boat
Fuck what you doin' you doin' the most
You screaming gang, you know you not gang
You can not hang when we let 'em bang
Stay in my lane I'm going insane
I can not change I'm stuck in my ways, yea
Steppin' out the crib in the throwback starter
If they going hard then I go a lil harder
I dropped out of school and I was a damn scholar
But now I got money I'm popping my collar
Father's hate me 'cuz I'm all on they daughter
These bitches easy they one push to start 'em
So don't get me started
I am a shot caller
I'm talking 'bout dolla's
I'm making them profits
Uh
Gettin' lit
You know how I'm feeling, I'm feeling it
Banana clip on me, I'm peeling it
We put yo top where the ceiling is
DEV hot bitch I'm killing it
Me and my nigga's move militant
Fuck all the talkin' I'm listenin'
Both of my ears, yea they glistenin'
Heard he was runnin' his lips again
Money on heads now they missing him
I just pulled up in that shit you ain't seen
Dirty sprite make me feel clean
Glazing this bitch, Krispy Kreme
The way I plant seeds you would think I love trees
Don't even smoke, but watch how I smoke 'em
Watch how I toke 'em
He think he hot, guess nobody told 'em
Yea we in Texas just watch how I hold 'em
Uh
Do my lil dancey dance
We run up bands and bands
You know how I get
I gave 'em chance to chance
To go get they bag, now I'm back and I'm taking that shit
I don't do fake love
All yo bitches and money is made up
Since a young' been real never changed up
Time to show 'em what I'm really made of