Ni Gute?
Get 'Em Diceyyy
Get 'Em Diceyyy
Go
Go
Get 'Em
How can you play with the gang?
Do it or die
Intuitive eye
Tunes and I'm letting 'em bang
Kid got the crown
No putting him down
I finally let my nuts hang
I'm ducking the snakes they come with the fangs
I'll put "em all on a pan
Please do not get me annoyed
They call me the kid you fuckin wit me
Then you gon' get played like a toy
If I'm on a mic I'm takin a hike
I'm getting rid of the void
You playing, you playing too much
Ni gute ukina na gang?
I nigga iri P
Ese uba uri swi?
Ni gute uhindura shi uvuze mukanya
Uri mubiki?
Ni gute unsarana G
Ndi kw'ishaza nkiri you better chill
Nkigwamo urapancika
Sinakubeshya uzabaze T
Ni gute ukina na Dice
Ukikaraga utazi na price
Ni gute uba ushaka bread
Utanakwiye na slice
Nigute ukina na Gang
Nigute ukina na Rex
Nigute ukina I ngoma y'ubufu
Niyakina nkanda next
Nigute G
Uvuga ubusa?
Iyo talk iri cheap
Keep your mouth shut
Ndi ku medita
Nkuwize Tai chi
I cut the bullshit
Nkumu Yakuza
Play with the gang
Are you stupid?
I'm in the stu
And the stu lit
Bangers on bangers
I got whatever that
You need
I gotta catch me a body
Every time I here a new beat
Highest degree bars
I didn't even finished UNI
If I talk you go listen
Your favorite rapper be my student
I am a gangster like Riley
But I be smart just like Huey
These niggas bunch of cheats
I ain't playing call of duty
I secure me the bag
Ion need other security
Ukina na gang turagorora intoki
Gute umvuga you ain't know me
Look at my shit stop assuming
Tukarenga yari OG
Ni gute ukina na Gang
Icyenda ni ebyiri mba nzikoreye
Ntituvuga rumwe ngo umpangayitse
I'm in my bag and I couldn't even care
Got alotta love for the money
You not talking racks that shit funny
Niggas be tellin on niggas
I ain't wit none of that bullshit
Double deuce in my Fanny pack
Niggaz be acting like dummies
Wipe his nose it look runny
Now he ain't talkin shit does he
He not breathing he got hit
You not bangin 2 9s nigga you ain't shit
I'm killin the scene and I ain't got no script
Nibi byana byo mbishyire ku mavi
Glock hit him in his shit he a no show
Niggas be out here bitchin like homo
Can't catch up on me y'all movin in slow mo
Too many straps so I don't mess with the popo
Get 'Em Diceyyy
Go
Go
Get 'Em
How can you play with the gang?
Do it or die
Intuitive eye
Tunes and I'm letting 'em bang
Kid got the crown
No putting him down
I finally let my nuts hang
I'm ducking the snakes they come with the fangs
I'll put "em all on a pan
Please do not get me annoyed
They call me the kid you fuckin wit me
Then you gon' get played like a toy
If I'm on a mic I'm takin a hike
I'm getting rid of the void
You playing, you playing too much
Ni gute ukina na gang?
I nigga iri P
Ese uba uri swi?
Ni gute uhindura shi uvuze mukanya
Uri mubiki?
Ni gute unsarana G
Ndi kw'ishaza nkiri you better chill
Nkigwamo urapancika
Sinakubeshya uzabaze T
Ni gute ukina na Dice
Ukikaraga utazi na price
Ni gute uba ushaka bread
Utanakwiye na slice
Nigute ukina na Gang
Nigute ukina na Rex
Nigute ukina I ngoma y'ubufu
Niyakina nkanda next
Nigute G
Uvuga ubusa?
Iyo talk iri cheap
Keep your mouth shut
Ndi ku medita
Nkuwize Tai chi
I cut the bullshit
Nkumu Yakuza
Play with the gang
Are you stupid?
I'm in the stu
And the stu lit
Bangers on bangers
I got whatever that
You need
I gotta catch me a body
Every time I here a new beat
Highest degree bars
I didn't even finished UNI
If I talk you go listen
Your favorite rapper be my student
I am a gangster like Riley
But I be smart just like Huey
These niggas bunch of cheats
I ain't playing call of duty
I secure me the bag
Ion need other security
Ukina na gang turagorora intoki
Gute umvuga you ain't know me
Look at my shit stop assuming
Tukarenga yari OG
Ni gute ukina na Gang
Icyenda ni ebyiri mba nzikoreye
Ntituvuga rumwe ngo umpangayitse
I'm in my bag and I couldn't even care
Got alotta love for the money
You not talking racks that shit funny
Niggas be tellin on niggas
I ain't wit none of that bullshit
Double deuce in my Fanny pack
Niggaz be acting like dummies
Wipe his nose it look runny
Now he ain't talkin shit does he
He not breathing he got hit
You not bangin 2 9s nigga you ain't shit
I'm killin the scene and I ain't got no script
Nibi byana byo mbishyire ku mavi
Glock hit him in his shit he a no show
Niggas be out here bitchin like homo
Can't catch up on me y'all movin in slow mo
Too many straps so I don't mess with the popo
Credits
Writer(s): Byiringiro David, Muhoza Junior, Ntare Elijah, Ntwali Joel
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