[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
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