Yungen - Dice 3style lyrics

I think I should say RIP to the beat from now Hey yo, 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 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 gla**es, 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 wa*ker 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 f**ing with another brudda I'm like come on brudda I be beating your BM while your kid's at home, I'm a mother f**er We got the bed shaking Drawers shaking Floor shaking I put my balls in her mouth, jaw-breaking You n***as running round cause you got bored spraying My n***as 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 f**ing 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 f**ing kid I don't play And yeah, that's how we do man Remember look out for the video on YouTube Dice, Yungen freestyle Hang tight Jayster