Dice 3style

Lyrics

[Intro] I think I should say RIP to the beat from now Ayo, that's a cheeky remark you know Yungen but I'm gonna let you off with that. You know it's my production, you know it's crazy when we hook up. Oi, let's go [Verse] I be all over my chips man, brudda check my source Same old kid man, bow legged walk If I blow, a Lambo's what my bro's getting bought Make a young don eat, tell him go and get a fork Man we just tryna live this high life Raise your glasses, I've got the clearest eyesight I've done the road ting, I'm tryna get my life right Tryna get a Jacob on my wrist, Twilight Man I'm the baddest lyricist, done the banter Me, I'm the master, it's bait you're just a wanker I heard he's onto me, waiting for the green light, my stick rolls when it was amber Cause I ain't tryna take a chance with my life You couldn't roll on my board, you ain't hardly a dice I'm tryna hit my target, I ain't one for misses, explains the reason I departed my wife She acts stush but undercover she an undercover Baby daddy but she fucking with another brudda I'm like come on brudda I be beating your BM while your kid's at home, I'm a mother fucker We got the bed shaking Drawers shaking Floor shaking I put my balls in her mouth, jaw-breaking You niggas running round cause you got bored spraying My niggas put in hand work when the four's playing Whole bag of bodies, peak where I'm living A lot of man are snitching, I ain't tryna be a victim I've got a Z of both, I cut it up in the kitchen Cause all I do is make fucking cake, Mr. Kipling Something ain't right, something needs pitching Every day I'm walking with this ting, I'm itching Take them out from one pop, put it into spray House party, I show a fucking kid I don't play [Outro] And yeah, that's how we do man. Remember look out for the video on YouTube. Dice, Yungen freestyle. Hang tight Jayster