Testi Kobe - FMB DZ, Cash Kidd

Kobe

Hello, what up?\nYeah, huh, what’s the word?\n(DiceGame)\nWhat’s up, Dice? We back, nigga\nWhoop, Whoop\nI used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski\nFast forward, I’m livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies\nI was\n, they was hoppin' out of stolies\nI’m the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me\nReal rockstar, I’ma go out with my chopper like Kobe\nLit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me\nForeigns outside, tops dropped on 'em\nPlug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em\nTurn me up, turn me up, then\nMy young nigga caught a hat, now he up ten\nReally thirteen when you throw the buffs in\nThe brick man, I tell them hoes I do construction\nPull up in a dually, you need a jump-start to jump in\nShoot these shots, make his car stop, caught a jumpman\nGet his shit towed, that’s how that shit go\nHe ain’t pay his tab, so he got his life repoed\nProbably catch me slidin' in the Porsche with somethin' thick, huh\nBitches tryna eat it through the shorts 'cause I’m rich now\nParanoid, so everywhere I go, we got them blicks out\nGood girl with you, when she with me, she got them tits out\nIf I said fuck you, then I stand on it, fuck a sit-down\nFuck a deal, all I need is a flip in a hick town\nSame ones that hold me down same ones lookin' sick now\nI’ll count a hundred racks, stand back with a big smile\nI used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski\nFast forward, I’m livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies\nI was\n, they was hoppin' out of stolies\nI’m the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me\nReal rockstar, I’ma go out with my chopper like Kobe\nLit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me\nForeigns outside, tops dropped on 'em\nPlug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em\nYour bitch ate the dick, she used pop rocks on it\nI was tryna get her friend, but she cockblocked on me\nJust fuck her on my seat and make the block rock 'round me\nKidd keep a can' on him like Popeye, don’t he? Niggas fried\nFeet up in first-class, eavesdroppin' on the pilot\nSee an opp, I can’t wait like I’m on a diet\nHorny, on your bitch head like a Viking\nFinger on the SK, but I ain’t typin'\nTold my realtor stop sendin' me cribs, I get carried away\nBought your bitch a tongue ring, tryna marry her face\nBeBe Kidd rich as hell, still scammin' the bank\nI ain’t never gang bang, but I stack in they face\nYeah, male gigalo, she gon' pay me a fee\nYeah, keep an F&N for the ADHD\nCourtside Laker game, watchin' AD HD\nI just text a cheerleader, told her save me a seat\nIt’s ironic how that iron made my paper increase\nIs he anemic? 'Cause he covered in blankets and sheets\nSince a fuckin' kid, whole town knew my name on the east\nTryna duck the alphabet boys with Js on my feet\nIn an AMG gettin' neck, left stains on the seat\nHigh as hell, snuck a pound on the plane with DZ\nMy ex miss me 'cause I lit up my chain like a tree\nUdonis Haslem, big 40, I came with the heat\nI used to hit the road for my niggas for the lowski\nFast forward, I’m livin' in a mansion, wearin' Rollies\nI was\n, they was hoppin' out of stolies\nI’m the type to fuck a nigga bitch if he owe me\nReal rockstar, I’ma go out with my chopper like Kobe\nLit like a candle, bitches pullin' up to blow me\nForeigns outside, tops dropped on 'em\nPlug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on 'em