Kobe lyrics

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FMB DZ


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

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I used to hit the road for my n*ggas 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 f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
Real rock star, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, b*tches 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*gga 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 sh*t towed, that's how that sh*t go
He ain't pay his tab, so he got his life repoed
Probably catch me slidin' in the Porsche with somethin' thick, huh
b*tches 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, "f*ck you," then I stand on it, f*ck a sit-down
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
Real rock star, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, b*tches 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 b*tch ate the di*k, she used Pop Rocks on it
I was tryna get her friend, but she c*ckblocked on me
This f*cker on my seat'll make the block rock, won't it?
Kidd keep a can on him like Popeye, don't he?
n*gga, 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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, n*gga
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I used to hit the road for my n*ggas 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 f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
Real rock star, I'ma go out with my chopper like Kobe
Lit like a candle, b*tches pullin' up to blow me
Foreigns outside, tops dropped on 'em
Plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em
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