[Intro: FMB DZ]

Hello, what up?

Yeah, huh, what's the word?

(DyceGame)

What's up, Dyce?

We back, nigga

Whoop, whoop

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

I used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski

Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies

I was swimmin' Benzos, they was hoppin' out of stolies

I'm the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me

Real rock star, 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 nigga 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 say, "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 ain't hold me down same ones lookin' sick now

I'll count a hundred racks, sittin' back with a big smile

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

I used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski

Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies

I was swimmin' Benzos, they was hoppin' out of stolies

I'm the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me

Real rock star, 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

This fucker on my seat'll make the block rock, won't it?

Kidd keep a can on him like Popeye, don't he?

Nigga, try it

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 gangbang, but I stack in they face

Yeah, male gigolo, 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 J's 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, nigga

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

I used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski

Fast forward, I'm livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies

I was swimmin' Benzos, they was hoppin' out of stolies

I'm the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me

Real rock star, 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