Off the Dome
Niggas made me upset
I tried to tell all you motherfuckers that I'm up next
Rappers talking down on me, I ain't got no fucks left
Ending all you rappers getting boring, tell me what's next
All you bitches know I got a image to maintain
Since we talking about images, we all in the same frame
Fucking tired of going back and forth about the same thing
Too busy beefing online instead of writing, you playing games
Got a couple watches and I still don't got no time for niggas
Envious, but when I blow, I'll never have a dime for niggas
Niggas never picked me up, so why would I be down for niggas
Try to make me look so bad, I used to be a clown for niggas
Watch me prove all of you niggas wrong
Reason I'm writing all of these songs
Niggas say they got me, but they gone
But fuck it, we ain't never had a bond
Better not ask me if I can put them on
If you the shit, you better flaunt it
Bitch, I'm on it
I got niggas hooked on phonics
Maybe it's chronic
Like Zae, I'm on they head like bonnets
Blow up faster than Sonic
Head nigga in charge
I'm that nigga to be honest
Bitch, I'm popping, I'm never stopping
None of my verses you topping
Got a smart mouth, so what you say to me, just watch it
Bitch, I'm on fire
Don't ever try me like I'm harmless
I'm TNT, I walk in the room and I fucking bomb it
The spotlight is on me
I ain't fucking with niggas, these bitches phony
Don't trust you faggots, I'm none of you bitches homie
Trust and believe, respect is what you bitches owe me
I'm on all you bitches ass, everything you bitches lack
Ain't nobody safe, none of you faggots get a fucking pass
Pussy I'm the shit and you know it, don't gotta fucking brag
Saying that you better, I can't even help but fucking laugh
All you bitches bore me
Where's the versatility
Rapping is my home now
You hoes gotta deal with me
I don't need a group, middle finger to this industry
'Cos all you hoes disgusting, you bitches gotta be kiddin' me
Why you look at talent like it's competition
Why you think that every time you hear a song, it's fucking dissing
Then you make a track as a response and all those shots was missing
You niggas don't think before you write and I don't fucking get it
Like, what?
You bitches as lame as fuck
I'm on all these bitches' necks
I ain't never letting up
How you say you make money, but could never keep it a buck
Got that undercover pressure but never tell me what's up
You have no real talent
Give that shit up
Lil' bitch I make hits
Make bitches get up
I buss shots on shots
Like it's a stick up
You look better when you sleep
I R.I.P bitches up
It's up and it's stuck
You mad but so what
I gave bitches a chance, like audition they got cut
I got you rappers attention like bitches with big butts
And I ain't fucking with rappers that do nothing but dick suck
Woo
Damn
Off the dome bitch, don't play with me
Feeding you bitches music so you can say I'm catering
Better switch it up cause all you bitches sound the same to me
And stop with all that cap, you bitches are not what you claim to be
Blessings on blessings taught lessons on lessons
It's way more than my life than walking around stressing
Hoes know that I'm gifted
They live for my presence (presents)
I'm married to money, I just had my wedding
Can't fuck with these peasants
Cause they know all they do is hate
But I'm forever good
My life is fucking great
You let one nigga slide
And they gonna figure skate
But what goes around come back around like a figure eight
I tried to tell all you motherfuckers that I'm up next
Rappers talking down on me, I ain't got no fucks left
Ending all you rappers getting boring, tell me what's next
All you bitches know I got a image to maintain
Since we talking about images, we all in the same frame
Fucking tired of going back and forth about the same thing
Too busy beefing online instead of writing, you playing games
Got a couple watches and I still don't got no time for niggas
Envious, but when I blow, I'll never have a dime for niggas
Niggas never picked me up, so why would I be down for niggas
Try to make me look so bad, I used to be a clown for niggas
Watch me prove all of you niggas wrong
Reason I'm writing all of these songs
Niggas say they got me, but they gone
But fuck it, we ain't never had a bond
Better not ask me if I can put them on
If you the shit, you better flaunt it
Bitch, I'm on it
I got niggas hooked on phonics
Maybe it's chronic
Like Zae, I'm on they head like bonnets
Blow up faster than Sonic
Head nigga in charge
I'm that nigga to be honest
Bitch, I'm popping, I'm never stopping
None of my verses you topping
Got a smart mouth, so what you say to me, just watch it
Bitch, I'm on fire
Don't ever try me like I'm harmless
I'm TNT, I walk in the room and I fucking bomb it
The spotlight is on me
I ain't fucking with niggas, these bitches phony
Don't trust you faggots, I'm none of you bitches homie
Trust and believe, respect is what you bitches owe me
I'm on all you bitches ass, everything you bitches lack
Ain't nobody safe, none of you faggots get a fucking pass
Pussy I'm the shit and you know it, don't gotta fucking brag
Saying that you better, I can't even help but fucking laugh
All you bitches bore me
Where's the versatility
Rapping is my home now
You hoes gotta deal with me
I don't need a group, middle finger to this industry
'Cos all you hoes disgusting, you bitches gotta be kiddin' me
Why you look at talent like it's competition
Why you think that every time you hear a song, it's fucking dissing
Then you make a track as a response and all those shots was missing
You niggas don't think before you write and I don't fucking get it
Like, what?
You bitches as lame as fuck
I'm on all these bitches' necks
I ain't never letting up
How you say you make money, but could never keep it a buck
Got that undercover pressure but never tell me what's up
You have no real talent
Give that shit up
Lil' bitch I make hits
Make bitches get up
I buss shots on shots
Like it's a stick up
You look better when you sleep
I R.I.P bitches up
It's up and it's stuck
You mad but so what
I gave bitches a chance, like audition they got cut
I got you rappers attention like bitches with big butts
And I ain't fucking with rappers that do nothing but dick suck
Woo
Damn
Off the dome bitch, don't play with me
Feeding you bitches music so you can say I'm catering
Better switch it up cause all you bitches sound the same to me
And stop with all that cap, you bitches are not what you claim to be
Blessings on blessings taught lessons on lessons
It's way more than my life than walking around stressing
Hoes know that I'm gifted
They live for my presence (presents)
I'm married to money, I just had my wedding
Can't fuck with these peasants
Cause they know all they do is hate
But I'm forever good
My life is fucking great
You let one nigga slide
And they gonna figure skate
But what goes around come back around like a figure eight
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Writer(s): Junior Hilliard
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