Kobe

Lyrics

[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