[Intro: FMB DZ]
Hello, what up?
Yeah, huh, what's the word?
(DyceGame)
What's up, Dyce? We back, n***a
Whoop, Whoop

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I used to hit the road for my n***as for the lowski
Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies
I was [?], they was hoppin' out of stolies
I'm the type to fuck a n***a bitch if he owe me
Real rockstar, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me
Foreigns outside, tops dropped on 'em
Plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Turn me up, turn me up, then
My young n***a caught a hat, now he up ten
Really thirteen when you throw the buffs in
The brick man, I tell them hoes I do construction
Pull up in a dually, you need a jump-start to jump in
Shoot these shots, make his car stop, caught a jumpman
Get his shit towed, that's how that shit go
He ain't pay his tab, so he got his life repoed
Probably catch me slidin' in the Porsche with somethin' thick, huh
Bitches tryna eat it through the shorts 'cause I'm rich now
Paranoid, so everywhere I go, we got them blicks out
Good girl with you, when she with me, she got them tits out
If I said fuck you, then I stand on it, fuck a sit-down
Fuck a deal, all I need is a flip in a hick town
Same ones that hold me down same ones lookin' sick now
I'll count a hundred racks, stand back with a big smile
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I used to hit the road for my n***as for the lowski
Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies
I was [?], they was hoppin' out of stolies
I'm the type to fuck a n***a bitch if he owe me
Real rockstar, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me
Foreigns outside, tops dropped on 'em
Plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Your bitch ate the dick, she used pop rocks on it
I was tryna get her friend, but she cockblocked on me
Just fuck her on my seat and make the block rock 'round me
Kidd keep a can' on him like Popeye, don't he? N***as fried
Feet up in first-class, eavesdroppin' on the pilot
See an opp, I can't wait like I'm on a diet
Horny, on your bitch head like a Viking
Finger on the SK, but I ain't typin'
Told my realtor stop sendin' me cribs, I get carried away
Bought your bitch a tongue ring, tryna marry her face
BeBe Kidd rich as hell, still scammin' the bank
I ain't never gang bang, but I stack in they face
Yeah, male gigalo, she gon' pay me a fee
Yeah, keep an F&N for the ADHD
Courtside Laker game, watchin' AD HD
I just text a cheerleader, told her save me a seat
It's ironic how that iron made my paper increase
Is he anemic? 'Cause he covered in blankets and sheets
Since a fuckin' kid, whole town knew my name on the east
Tryna duck the alphabet boys with Js on my feet
In an AMG gettin' neck, left stains on the seat
High as hell, snuck a pound on the plane with DZ
My ex miss me 'cause I lit up my chain like a tree
Udonis Haslem, big 40, I came with the heat
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I used to hit the road for my n***as for the lowski
Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies
I was [?], they was hoppin' out of stolies
I'm the type to fuck a n***a bitch if he owe me
Real rockstar, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me
Foreigns outside, tops dropped on 'em
Plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em