Lewnati - 2yodome Lyrics

Yo yo yo yooooo
Lets take it back to 1993. Lex thought I was 30!

I don't f*ck with mids (no no no)
When I shoot, don't miss (no no no)
Better hide your wife, better hide your kids
I come where you live, know i'm with the shits

I don't f*ck with lows (no no no)
Just one hit, you can't control (no no no)
So you better hide your smoke
I mix drank with coke
I gets extra throwed
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

Shots, shots to yo brain Loc
Shots all around, shots like it's wheel of fortune
Now go and pick a vowel. I'm a motherf*ckin' A-Hole
The liquor hold me down, while my niggas going A-Wall
But I don't give a f*ck. I'm Volcano
I'm ready to blow. I got dope for the low
First they laugh then they croak
I'm a joke, i'm a f*cking joke. Don't tell me, I know
But with this f*cking joke I tell, I make one hundred a show
Man shit is easy, niggas can't tell me
Shit about this game, bitch i'm eating, get inside my belly
Believe me, me don't need no telly. She teething
Let her suck the D in the back of the Four Seasons
I'm outtie. My cousin copped an Audi, he ballin'
Working 9 to 5 but to me shit is boring
Like no, catch me on the road. Tryna cop me a Rolls
I'll send yo baby a rose. Then send shots to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

They call me 2stackS, 2 Racks, 2K, 2 Thou
I come, I wow, don't f*ck around, rubbers on the ground
Boy i'm raw, i'm down, her walls get clowned like awe
She talk that talk-talk, now she's the talk of the town
Man I just came from the ground
Man I just came to get down
This necklace needs exorcists
'Cause shorty head turn like owls
Man i'm an excellent, perfectionist. This sound gotta sound
Infectious, i'm blessed to kick, every noun, every vowel
Like every word is a curse and every verse that gets heard
You tryna study my slurs, I got one hand in yo purse
If knowledge were currency, would you pay to converse
Or pay homage, or take an oath?
Would you respect what it's worth?
Like nah, ain't tryna build, you'll just wait 'til the first
You rather, Netflix and chill, than invest in yo work
Does black matter still, when your inside a hearse?
These ignorant thrills. Yo feelings get hurt...
Baby thats shots to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

To yo dome
To yo dome
I send shots straight to yo dome

I don't f*ck with mids (no no no)
When I shoot, don't miss (no no no)
Better hide your wife, better hide your kids
I come where you live, know i'm with the shits

I don't f*ck with lows (no no no)
Just one hit, you can't control (no no no)
So you better hide your smoke
I mix drank with coke
I gets extra throwed
I send shots straight to yo