off the dome freestyle - off the dome lyrics
off the dome freestyle lyrics
[intro]
oh my god, ronny
[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
lil’ n*gga, got bands in my pocket
you lil’ n*ggas broke, all that flexin’, just stop it
i cop me an audi, that top, i’ma drop it
i pick up your b*tch, now them panties keep droppin’
i’ll f*ck a n*gga’s b*tch on a sunday
one night, then i pass her back monday
lil’ n*gga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
caught him in the field, left him on the runway
we packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so b*tch
yeah we finna get on that
that pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
that blower, you know it got blow back
i’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
since you flexin’ like you got that
we run through the back, get hit with this mac
we got guns like it’s baghdad
[verse 2: madeintyo]
yuh, prada my t when i pop out, huh
racks in my pockets, i stand out
you a dub, i’m the man now
hi b*tch, never needed a hand out
louis vuitton, i do sandals
couple of racks, doing good
watch how she rub on my wood
i know a thottie she would, ooh
she wanna hear that new freezеr, huh
spanish b*tch, yeah, mamacita, huh
take a b*tch to costa rica, huh
hi bich blowing out your speakеrs, huh
private, chanel on my eyelids
got a bad b*tch, don’t try it
yeah, i take her to the island
phone on silent
got the racks and i’m vibin’
need the rollie with the diamonds
check out, perfect timing
[verse 3: rich the kid]
ayy, ayy
she ain’t got facetime, i’ma skype it
get her head one time, tell her, “bye, b*tch”
drop an all white bentley on my right wrist
i might take her on the jet if i like it
side b*tch, kylie
if i d*ck her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
come straight out the sky like i’m e.t
f*ck that, b*tch, my pinky ring 3d
young ceo, i could sign ya
quarter mil’ on my neck, i’ma blind ya
cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
b*tch bad, still buyin’ no purses
[verse 4: asian doll]
b*tches deceased
smokin’ on d*ck, she not better than me
pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
send your location, then uber to me
b*tches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
asian on the beat then the beat gets slayed
i took it offensive, so watch what you say
hi, b*tch, got a .30, don’t try it
ball out the mall, like i’m kobe, just buy sh*t
sick of these b*tches, they lie quick
clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
send her ass on a hike
i don’t wanna kick it with a b*tch for the hype
real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
you know i’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite
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