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d.o.m.s - yommy g lyrics

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[intro: yommy g, goon glizz]
drilly, gang
like what (grah, grah)
big g side, no block like(baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
like d*mn
like d*mn

[chorus: goon glizz]
look, devil on my shoulder (like what)
feel like my demons getting closer (they are)
new g, i get active with the* (new gun)
only slide with the miss cause she the holster (like what)
couple shooters on court if you cross me
mb what? he get shot if he flossing (flossmoney k)
hollows, torch him, bullets, scorching
what they gon do when the trend get up on them ([?])

[verse 1: goon glizz]
no, i don’t gotta slide, i’m just pushing that b*tton
n*gga don’t got no scenes, word to bro he be frontin
(boom, boom, boom) jj off two percs, he bussin
sdot got the wheel, we ain’t going for nothin (boom, boom)
quan, he be bugging, you know that’s a fact
n*ggas gon cap, just for the app
run into grams, word to bro, i’mma black (like what, like grah, grah)
edot, notti, both of them under (edotty)
sh*t crazy, don’t know who was dumber
can’t wait till i run into dd
he gon go out like his brother (notti)
slide to the hill, have them ducking for cover
can’t talk about aj, n*gga a runner (aj)
and they know who got hit in the summer
slide with the stick, i ain’t talking no plumber (like what)
don’t slide in that car and get left at the red light (left at the red light)
opp b*tch, tryna see what that head like (gimme head)
grinch gang, i got my bread right
said he a stepper, but n*gga don’t step right (he ain’t a stepper)
tryna flock on that block, he don’t know what it felt like
i keep the g by my waist so my belt tight (sh*t on my body)
(like what)
hollows fly out the 9, leave him gooey
take a trip to the hill, b*tch, i’m looking for dudey (like what)
b*tch, you [?]
48 me a makk, watch it get spooky (48, 48)
all black, got the opps like who he?
scream oy, say it back, he a goofy (oyk)
(like what (oyk), scream oy (oyk), say it back, i’mma)

[verse 2: jj hound, yommy g, goon glizz]
i’ve been looking for dudey, send me the lo (where you at)
wherever he at, i’mma go (i’mma go)
n*gga notti got mixed with the tote (notti)
how many n*ggas got left with no pole (like how)
like how many n*ggas gon die in the summer (like what)
joshy, tj (joshy), don’t know who dumber (tj)
i can’t lack and that’s word to my mother
bloodie on d*ck, go get back for your brother (edot)
off the 30, i’mma start glitching
mentioning pop, n*ggas start going missing (joshy)
like what, n*gga stop all the dissing
i’mma throw on that block, i ain’t leaving no witness (baow, baow, [?])
gun hill drillys on backdoor timing
feeling like i just had to remind them
you know i’m with goon, so when we gon slime him
got the jets in the dale tryna line him
we all tryna spin on the opps, can’t find em
he ain’t know i was creeping behind him
we all know that boy ain’t the jet, but he flying
they keep telling me cl!ck, bro i’m trying
grams need to chill, he like 30 d*ckriding
i get the drop on that boy and i’m sliding
i catch a makk from the sound, i’mma fry him
say he ran into me, n*gga lying
bullets flying, they start multiplying
bro got the g on his waist, you won’t try him

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