Dominate!

Ayyyyyy
Ayyyyyy
Ayyyyyy
Ayyyyyy

Look, Dominate
Uh,That nigga came and get shot in the face
I'm in this bitch off of a xan the lean the pop and this dope to the face

I'm in this bitch, I'm cut my nigga and you know bro got that thang
He gon' come off the hip, we don't play
I'ma put a fuck nigga in the grave

Grave
Yeah, we gon' put his bitch ass in the ground
We outside cut at his mama crib stealth on this shit so we didn't make a sound
Nah, I ain't come here to play, I got money to make, I ain't fuckin' around
If you wanna play with the gang, you gon' end up a stain, yeah we wipin' him down

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

What's up, bitch nigga, you think you tough
In my pistol I'm puttin' this trust
Aim at yo face and I tell you good luck

When I, hopped in the game nigga, I knew I was meant for this
Y'all can't compete with me, league bound, but y'all on some simple shit
State to state, different hoes, Simone Biles, my money keep flippin' shit
Big P, I'm pushin' it, on God, my nigga I'm pimpin' shit

Y'all niggas stick to the script and shit, Me I'ma double-cross shit like a Christian, bitch
Me and you niggas not synonyms, I'ma pull up on yo block get to spinnin' it
And I don't think you wanna get into it, I'ma start shootin' shit on my Cole Bennet shit
She sent me a text, I'm dismissin' it, I ain't in the mood right now to be hittin' it

Throw a bow, then get it right back
That lil' boy a bitch, nah, he ain't even like that
I just went to mall and, I just spent a light sack
Nigga, I just took yo bitch, come get your wife, ayy

The shit that I'm doin' phenomenal, I'ma hit this nigga, bitch, it's impossible
I talked to a genie, he said I'm a prodigy, he said nobody is stoppin' you no
Fuck all the haters, I know that they watchin cause this is the real nigga chronicles
This is the real nigga chronicles

Look, Dominate
Uh,That nigga came and get shot in the face
I'm in this bitch off of a xan the lean the pop and this dope to the face

I'm in this bitch, I'm cut my nigga and you know bro got that thang
He gon' come off the hip, we don't play
I'ma put a fuck nigga in the grave

Grave
Yeah, we gon' put his bitch ass in the ground
We outside cut at his mama crib stealth on this shit so we didn't make a sound
Nah, I ain't come here to play, I got money to make, I ain't fuckin' around
If you wanna play with the gang, you gon' end up a stain, yeah we wipin' him down

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up

What's up, bitch nigga, you think you tough
In my pistol I'm puttin' this trust
Aim at yo face and I tell you good luck



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Writer(s): Tre Lavish
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