Dommie Vibez
Yeah
Yeah...
Ok
I go by the name of D.O.M
Definition of Music mane
Look
Smoking Indoor and Its outstanding
Dommie Dom so Outlandish
Selling grams till they all vanish
Nigga like me got to get it gone
Nigga like me need a different phone
Cause they blowing up my shit like they got a fucking designator
Not a thing is what I sell a hater
Georgia Pacific We making paper
Yeah
We get bows like mfing jacket
Zip em in half and we tax it
Abra ca dabra it's magic
Good with the mathematics
need my coins slot machine
My city hot like jalapeñ
Belicheck I gott a lot of rings
All gold and they all real
I hustle like I'm on the ball field
Making like I'm Ronnie Lott
U just let your mouth run a lot
Selling cars like I run the lot
Burning gas never running out
If I do it's a tester
Charge up like a Tesla
bout my Money like Wesla
That's a bank if u didn't know
Plenty Weed I just pick and roll
Plenty cars I just pick and roll
Catching plays at the get and go
In my city that's a Liquor store
My nigga bell keep the liquor poured
He know that I keep a swisher rolled
I keep a vibe
Nigga u jive
Balling on em like Clyde
Rims make the car glide
Flow smooth like my car ride
Box Chevy wit the large tires
Dropping heat I could start fires
Soul old like archives
Yeah
You know what I'm saying mane
I just had to run one for you
You know what I'm saying
I might just come back
You know what I'm saying
With the next one on this track
Blade brown in the s10
Fucked that hoe and her best friend
Down in Baton Rouge west inn
Nike box I'm getting Checks in
Kicking ass like Tekken
I got that soul I be Gelling
No Christmas but I got presence
No vegan but I love lettuce
Gold on my ear and my necklace
Safe to say I be lit up
And I keep a blunt lit up
In a sedan or a pickup
Keep a freak wit a big butt
I let her top me in traffic
We from the home of the ratchet
So I just let her get ratchet
I'm in the box like a package
Yeah I'm talking bout fragile item
Just respect him u ain't gotta like him
We shoot first you ain't gotta fight him
Nigga you know how I'm rocking
Cut that shit out like a stocking
Nigga you know I'm not stopping
Imma go ahead get some profit
Yeah
Yeah...
Ok
I go by the name of D.O.M
Definition of Music mane
Look
Smoking Indoor and Its outstanding
Dommie Dom so Outlandish
Selling grams till they all vanish
Nigga like me got to get it gone
Nigga like me need a different phone
Cause they blowing up my shit like they got a fucking designator
Not a thing is what I sell a hater
Georgia Pacific We making paper
Yeah
We get bows like mfing jacket
Zip em in half and we tax it
Abra ca dabra it's magic
Good with the mathematics
need my coins slot machine
My city hot like jalapeñ
Belicheck I gott a lot of rings
All gold and they all real
I hustle like I'm on the ball field
Making like I'm Ronnie Lott
U just let your mouth run a lot
Selling cars like I run the lot
Burning gas never running out
If I do it's a tester
Charge up like a Tesla
bout my Money like Wesla
That's a bank if u didn't know
Plenty Weed I just pick and roll
Plenty cars I just pick and roll
Catching plays at the get and go
In my city that's a Liquor store
My nigga bell keep the liquor poured
He know that I keep a swisher rolled
I keep a vibe
Nigga u jive
Balling on em like Clyde
Rims make the car glide
Flow smooth like my car ride
Box Chevy wit the large tires
Dropping heat I could start fires
Soul old like archives
Yeah
You know what I'm saying mane
I just had to run one for you
You know what I'm saying
I might just come back
You know what I'm saying
With the next one on this track
Blade brown in the s10
Fucked that hoe and her best friend
Down in Baton Rouge west inn
Nike box I'm getting Checks in
Kicking ass like Tekken
I got that soul I be Gelling
No Christmas but I got presence
No vegan but I love lettuce
Gold on my ear and my necklace
Safe to say I be lit up
And I keep a blunt lit up
In a sedan or a pickup
Keep a freak wit a big butt
I let her top me in traffic
We from the home of the ratchet
So I just let her get ratchet
I'm in the box like a package
Yeah I'm talking bout fragile item
Just respect him u ain't gotta like him
We shoot first you ain't gotta fight him
Nigga you know how I'm rocking
Cut that shit out like a stocking
Nigga you know I'm not stopping
Imma go ahead get some profit
Yeah
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Writer(s): Dominique Wilson
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