S/O Dyce

I keep it so simple the bullets gon get him
The hallows gon go through his temple
Thats shots to the head watch his ass fall skurt off fuck it we hit him
I get high off of so many xanax and weed in this bitch that i do not remember
None of you niggas remember none of you niggas
You think that you special lil nigga but i had you crying i fuck on your bitch
She ask you for money you giving it to her but i make her fuck for the shit
Yeah she going dumb for the dick she be stalking a nigga and calling my shit
I can tell that its making you pissed but i swear when im done you can take your lil bitch
Because i grew up in a jungle where we go to war for significate others
Dont tell on each other protect all my brothers
And if they aint blood all of them niggas my brothers
All of them niggas my brothers all of you niggas in trouble
Yeah we came up off of nothing we give a fuck about nothing
Pulling all up in a foreign yeah you know we get to bussing
Niggas is running and ducking i see that i got them all struggling

Dycegame on my beats gotta make it happen
Dycegame on my beats gotta make it happen
Dycegame on my beats gotta make it happen
Dycegame on my beats gotta make it happen



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Writer(s): Anthony Thompson
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