Domeskiii Freestyle

It's Rome Dome in this bitch pull out then I spray like a choppa
Long hair swingin' like YBN, but this ain't the opp stoppa
These hoes see that a nigga up, so now they tryna holla
Lil' ho ain't got no daddy, so she like to call me father

I gotta smoke this blunt, you know this weed give me that power
Every time I come back in the crib, they say
Lil' bro, smell louder
On my way up to your ho, she said she waitin' in the shower Get backstrokes, she like me, she think I'm cool, she think I'm proper

Never lackin', keep that glock on me, these niggas think I'm playin' games
Talkin' bout some newsies shit, talkin' bout he gon' seize the day Finish with a spin move like I'm Kyrie, we gon' get the lay

All they do is talk, they never try to get that action bae
That's why I go ape shit, they just talkin', they don't get no pay
All my bitches white, I like them like that, call them Kelly K's
Talk my game, I spit my rizz, I never fail, I'll get my play, In and out, they comin', some be freaky, always wanna stay

I switch out and go, I hit the road, I'm stoned
My shades all black, out tinted Yeah, I'm lookin' good, I'm gone
I'm writing like it's no tomorrow, spittin' shit like Spice
Told these niggas ain't no sweet shit, you gon' have to pay the price

All these new kids on the block, they think they really know it all
Then I hop up killin' shit, I'm flashy like Lamello Ball
Pretty motherfucker, like it's ASAP, call me Flocko G
Flyin' through this rap game, I be buzzin' like a bumblebee

Keep that drank up on me and you know that I ain't talkin' brisk
Walk up in the lobby, we gon' rob them, we gon' hit a lick
All these niggas plottin' and they actin' like they don't play slick
Round me like some groupies, they be chattin', flick them off like bic

When I told my gang that they was chatting we lit up the place
No one was left breathin' so we fled the scene and closed the case
Yeah, I'm just like Future, I stay trappin' and I serve the base
She said, pick your favorite spot, I said, okay, I choose the face

Only for the family, for the team, only for the gang
Talk down on all my homies like it's Taylor Swift, that bitch gon' sang
Brodie at the sniper tower waitin', he got hella range
Jalen Green on rockets on our way to playin' outer space

Feelin' like a beetle, call me Ringo cause I am the star
Link up with yo hoe, she dropped the pin, she said, we at the bar
She said, R-O-M-E-D-O-M-E gettin' hella cake

All these other niggas pillow talkin', lover boy type drake



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Writer(s): Roman Jeffries
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