Yo Dom
Like what you doing to get all this money
You got, you got Bapesta off whites
You got S.S.X. on
Stop and talk to people
I trap tap in
I got zaza come and tap in
Gotta keep this fih tucked up
I don't do no lackin
Heard luh buddy ass just died
What the f*ck happened
They done caught my nigga lacking
Dam this shit get tragic
All my guns come from Iraq
That nigga flex but he got reps
They like luh John might be up next
Can't trust that hoe her ass complex
I got one pound I made it streach
And now I'm cashing nothing but checks
You talkin' shit it ain't direct
Yo dumbass not even correct
She wanna f*ck, bitch, we just met
Look at my hoodie, S.S.X
We made a movie, XXX
Just like the vamp, I want the neck
I put him down like I'm a vet
Just want the sex, oh
And my mama, she said, I'm up next, oh
She said she wanna leave I won't let you
And that bitch stay on me like a tattoo
Uh, uh, uh
Big racks on me, I ain't goning broke no more
And the feds ask me questions
I just tell them I don't know
That bitch look at luh Dom
Panties drop right to the floor
She wanna f*ck with the kid
But I can't f*ck with no hoe
And it is what it is cause I do not care no more
And the feds on my ass so I had to lay low
And I don't talk to you unless it's bout the peso they won't come chase me
Bitch, I'm pacing
Skrrt off do the dash free my brothers
Bitch, I'm racing
In it to win it I'ma do it for the long run
Fifty plus fifty young nigga got a honey bun
Nigga got a 100 guns
Better duck your taco
When I shoot this 5.56 you better run
I named my gun Pablo
Nigga makin' plays, I been up all day
Tryna get a pack sent in from L.A
That new bitch, my bae
Go on dates, she love to skate
Wearing off whites
While my brother wearing bape
I got Mason Margella
Racks comin' in, hella
Gettin' the money, the bricks comin' in
Bitch, it's luh E, I done did it again
Fih shit
I done spent a lot of money on the dinner
W's all around young nigga just a winner
All y'all niggas soft
Y'all some hoes and y'all tender
Slat
Got the racks, I'm givin' it back
I trap tap in
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Yo Dom
Like what you doing to get all this money
You got, you got Bapesta off whites
You got S.S.X. on
Stop and talk to people
I trap tap in
I got zaza come and tap in
Gotta keep this fih tucked up
I don't do no lackin
Heard luh buddy ass just died
What the f*ck happened
They done caught my nigga lacking
Dam this shit get tragic
All my guns come from Iraq
That nigga flex but he got reps
They like luh John might be up next
Can't trust that hoe her ass complex
I got one pound I made it streach
And now I'm cashing nothing but checks
You talkin' shit it ain't direct
Yo dumbass not even correct
She wanna f*ck, bitch, we just met
Look at my hoodie, S.S.X
We made a movie, XXX
Just like the vamp, I want the neck
I put him down like I'm a vet
Just want the sex, oh
And my mama, she said, I'm up next, oh
She said she wanna leave I won't let you
And that bitch stay on me like a tattoo
Uh, uh, uh
Big racks on me, I ain't goning broke no more
And the feds ask me questions
I just tell them I don't know
That bitch look at luh Dom
Panties drop right to the floor
She wanna f*ck with the kid
But I can't f*ck with no hoe
And it is what it is cause I do not care no more
And the feds on my ass so I had to lay low
And I don't talk to you unless it's bout the peso they won't come chase me
Bitch, I'm pacing
Skrrt off do the dash free my brothers
Bitch, I'm racing
In it to win it I'ma do it for the long run
Fifty plus fifty young nigga got a honey bun
Nigga got a 100 guns
Better duck your taco
When I shoot this 5.56 you better run
I named my gun Pablo
Nigga makin' plays, I been up all day
Tryna get a pack sent in from L.A
That new bitch, my bae
Go on dates, she love to skate
Wearing off whites
While my brother wearing bape
I got Mason Margella
Racks comin' in, hella
Gettin' the money, the bricks comin' in
Bitch, it's luh E, I done did it again
Fih shit
I done spent a lot of money on the dinner
W's all around young nigga just a winner
All y'all niggas soft
Y'all some hoes and y'all tender
Slat
Got the racks, I'm givin' it back
I trap tap in
Like what you doing to get all this money
You got, you got Bapesta off whites
You got S.S.X. on
Stop and talk to people
I trap tap in
I got zaza come and tap in
Gotta keep this fih tucked up
I don't do no lackin
Heard luh buddy ass just died
What the f*ck happened
They done caught my nigga lacking
Dam this shit get tragic
All my guns come from Iraq
That nigga flex but he got reps
They like luh John might be up next
Can't trust that hoe her ass complex
I got one pound I made it streach
And now I'm cashing nothing but checks
You talkin' shit it ain't direct
Yo dumbass not even correct
She wanna f*ck, bitch, we just met
Look at my hoodie, S.S.X
We made a movie, XXX
Just like the vamp, I want the neck
I put him down like I'm a vet
Just want the sex, oh
And my mama, she said, I'm up next, oh
She said she wanna leave I won't let you
And that bitch stay on me like a tattoo
Uh, uh, uh
Big racks on me, I ain't goning broke no more
And the feds ask me questions
I just tell them I don't know
That bitch look at luh Dom
Panties drop right to the floor
She wanna f*ck with the kid
But I can't f*ck with no hoe
And it is what it is cause I do not care no more
And the feds on my ass so I had to lay low
And I don't talk to you unless it's bout the peso they won't come chase me
Bitch, I'm pacing
Skrrt off do the dash free my brothers
Bitch, I'm racing
In it to win it I'ma do it for the long run
Fifty plus fifty young nigga got a honey bun
Nigga got a 100 guns
Better duck your taco
When I shoot this 5.56 you better run
I named my gun Pablo
Nigga makin' plays, I been up all day
Tryna get a pack sent in from L.A
That new bitch, my bae
Go on dates, she love to skate
Wearing off whites
While my brother wearing bape
I got Mason Margella
Racks comin' in, hella
Gettin' the money, the bricks comin' in
Bitch, it's luh E, I done did it again
Fih shit
I done spent a lot of money on the dinner
W's all around young nigga just a winner
All y'all niggas soft
Y'all some hoes and y'all tender
Slat
Got the racks, I'm givin' it back
I trap tap in
Writer: Johnathan Edwards
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid