By My Lonely (Omi) lyrics

[Hook]:

Fendi mask, fendi mask, fendi mask on me
Walked in the booth, with the big racks on me
Whipped out the hundreds and the b*tch started posing
I don’t even write no more, just composing

And the only time she call me, when she lonely
No I couldn’t pick up on the road, I was [?]
You a f*ck n*gga, no I can’t be your homie
Imma run these bands up, by my lonely

She don’t got time for me, bought the b*tch a Rollie
Woke up off the drank in the money I was rolling
Fingering the hundreds, like a fetish, can’t control it
How im in his face, even though he think that I owe him

[Verse 1]:

Playing with the straps, every time im in the go b*tch
You ain't in the park, you can’t skate where the pro’s is
Finna f*ck his b*tch, send her home, never chosen
Since I miss strips, know my heart been frozen

Shorty off the Molly, I don’t know how she going
Gettin top, off the Molly, and her jaw almost broken
Own our own stu’, finna give ourselves a bonus
Keep the Beef in the street, man these n*ggas just boneless
I just took a shroom, in the stu, now im zoning
Hit up hutch for the piece, and it came golden
Hit her friend, on the sneak, and she ain't know it
And I broke her heart, but I don’t think she gone show it

[Hook]:

Fendi mask, fendi mask, fendi mask on me
Walked in the booth, with the big racks on me
Whipped out the hundreds and the b*tch started posing
I don’t even write no more, just composing

And the only time she call me, when she lonely
No I couldn’t pick up on the road, I was [?]
You a f*ck n*gga, no I can’t be your homie
Imma run these bands up, by my lonely

She don’t got time for me, bought the b*tch a Rollie
Woke up off the drank in the money I was rolling
Fingering the hundreds, like a fetish, can’t control it
How im in his face, even though he think that I owe him

[Verse 2]:

How im in his face? Man I don’t even know him
Dropping down on me, deepslit, camouflage clothing
When im out in public, I can’t take no photos
Sip a lil drank, now my life move slow mo
And my life lit, I don’t need no promo
Put her on a plane, from rodeo to soho
Once I hit that b*tch, I can’t go where the hoe go
We was in a Tesla, you was in a Volvo

And it drive itself, and the seats sit low bro
When im in my city, gotta keep a low profile
I don’t need a bank, but I still get dough bro