Aye
She told her mans I go where they go
Got all this ice and still feeling Fuego
Got three bitches down to meet in San Diego
Guns built weird like they made from play dough
She'll f*ck you then rob when I say so
Still be going out no need to lay low
Louis nail polish
Designer her toe
Supreme my machete
Hype beast Rambo
Slid up on my story and said something cheesy
I gassed it up cause she paying to meet me
I'm talking air fare and no it's not fair but shawty really wanna see me
Bitches acting weird I call that hoe Phoebe
She'll try and f*ck and then clean up afterwards
And then she'll try to come and feed me
Niggas do anything to piss me off
They just wanna be me
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
They riding my wave
Like churches chicken do them greasy
Niggas act tough from my city
But dick get hard whenever they listen to breezy
It's easy for me to just hop in the whip and then skrt on your block with the Glock
Too many niggas outside so I turn around and clean up the mess with the mop
Aye
I'm back and I'm better
I love my fashion more than I love bitches so I just put hearts on my sweater
All of my bitches is foreign if I want to talk to them then I gotta use Rosetta
When me and my pen pal first met we f*cked cause she sent me nudes and never a letter
If you did me dirty I didn't forget I forgive you but we still got a vendetta
Trendsetter
I f*cked your bitch and then left and I know that upset her
If he want fame this Glock put his name on top of newsletters
He was a debtor
Pussy boy had never paid me my fee
Bullets sting his ass just like a bee
He keep on thinking about gossip he heard
This headshot will have him spilling the tea
Me I move in silence stay on the down low
But my choppa singing high key
Gave this nigga about a few options to survive
But we could never just agree
Now he talking about the action movies that he love
Well my bullets come in 3D
Dom better than any rapper that you listen to
So who f*ckin with me
M.L.O. Dom - No Hook, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Aye
She told her mans I go where they go
Got all this ice and still feeling Fuego
Got three bitches down to meet in San Diego
Guns built weird like they made from play dough
She'll f*ck you then rob when I say so
Still be going out no need to lay low
Louis nail polish
Designer her toe
Supreme my machete
Hype beast Rambo
Slid up on my story and said something cheesy
I gassed it up cause she paying to meet me
I'm talking air fare and no it's not fair but shawty really wanna see me
Bitches acting weird I call that hoe Phoebe
She'll try and f*ck and then clean up afterwards
And then she'll try to come and feed me
Niggas do anything to piss me off
They just wanna be me
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
They riding my wave
Like churches chicken do them greasy
Niggas act tough from my city
But dick get hard whenever they listen to breezy
It's easy for me to just hop in the whip and then skrt on your block with the Glock
Too many niggas outside so I turn around and clean up the mess with the mop
Aye
I'm back and I'm better
I love my fashion more than I love bitches so I just put hearts on my sweater
All of my bitches is foreign if I want to talk to them then I gotta use Rosetta
When me and my pen pal first met we f*cked cause she sent me nudes and never a letter
If you did me dirty I didn't forget I forgive you but we still got a vendetta
Trendsetter
I f*cked your bitch and then left and I know that upset her
If he want fame this Glock put his name on top of newsletters
He was a debtor
Pussy boy had never paid me my fee
Bullets sting his ass just like a bee
He keep on thinking about gossip he heard
This headshot will have him spilling the tea
Me I move in silence stay on the down low
But my choppa singing high key
Gave this nigga about a few options to survive
But we could never just agree
Now he talking about the action movies that he love
Well my bullets come in 3D
Dom better than any rapper that you listen to
So who f*ckin with me
She told her mans I go where they go
Got all this ice and still feeling Fuego
Got three bitches down to meet in San Diego
Guns built weird like they made from play dough
She'll f*ck you then rob when I say so
Still be going out no need to lay low
Louis nail polish
Designer her toe
Supreme my machete
Hype beast Rambo
Slid up on my story and said something cheesy
I gassed it up cause she paying to meet me
I'm talking air fare and no it's not fair but shawty really wanna see me
Bitches acting weird I call that hoe Phoebe
She'll try and f*ck and then clean up afterwards
And then she'll try to come and feed me
Niggas do anything to piss me off
They just wanna be me
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
They riding my wave
Like churches chicken do them greasy
Niggas act tough from my city
But dick get hard whenever they listen to breezy
It's easy for me to just hop in the whip and then skrt on your block with the Glock
Too many niggas outside so I turn around and clean up the mess with the mop
Aye
I'm back and I'm better
I love my fashion more than I love bitches so I just put hearts on my sweater
All of my bitches is foreign if I want to talk to them then I gotta use Rosetta
When me and my pen pal first met we f*cked cause she sent me nudes and never a letter
If you did me dirty I didn't forget I forgive you but we still got a vendetta
Trendsetter
I f*cked your bitch and then left and I know that upset her
If he want fame this Glock put his name on top of newsletters
He was a debtor
Pussy boy had never paid me my fee
Bullets sting his ass just like a bee
He keep on thinking about gossip he heard
This headshot will have him spilling the tea
Me I move in silence stay on the down low
But my choppa singing high key
Gave this nigga about a few options to survive
But we could never just agree
Now he talking about the action movies that he love
Well my bullets come in 3D
Dom better than any rapper that you listen to
So who f*ckin with me
Writer: Elijah Graves
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