DOME FOOL lyrics

[Intro: Sample, Producer Tag, Tec]
Dead at your dome, fool
Point be atoned right
Heheh, Matt Swain on the track
Head at your dome, fool
Point til you- point then yo
Groupie, stop messaging me
I got these stressors on me
Groupie, stop messaging me
I got these stressors on me
You see a Tec in your jeans
But not enough flex, not for free

[Hook]
Groupie, stop messaging me
I got these stressors on me
You see a Tec in your jeans
But not enough flex, not for free
I keep my aura exclusive
I stay recording the new sh*t
I want my squad in the building
I don't like hoes cause they nuisance

[Verse]
The young fool critics, but I do not listen
Uh, cause I'm on a mission, yeah
I be claiming on riches, yeah
I don't need no assistance here
What I wanted, I did it b*tch
And they wanna be me, huh
But they can't cause I'm different, huh
They be switching like flows
Don't give a f*ck 'bout a b*tch or a ho
Kick-ass Sativa [?] to my soul
And I'm gripping a heater equipped with a pole
Getting that dough and I flip it some more
Breaking the bread got me winning some more
And don't speak to us in a federal tone
[?] hit your neck like it's f*cking cologne
Y'all complaining 'bout these hoes but you done woke up in 'em
I ain't complaining 'bout no hoes 'cause I just be f*cking 'em
End of the rainbow found the gold, I'm getting it double in
You can't be arranging us so close, I'm on some other sh*t
[Interlude]
My [?]
I was 10, been respected with this pen
[?] I collect and then I spin
I found a Tec on my behalf
These hoes depressed 'cause it's the trend
Yuh, these hoes depressed 'cause it's the trend

[Hook]
Ay, groupie stop messaging me
I got these stressors on me
You see a Tec in your jeans
But not enough flex, not for free
I-I- I keep my aura exclusive
I stay recording the new sh*t
I want my squad in the building
I don't like hoes cause they nuisance
Ay, yeah
I don't like hoes cause they nuisance
Ay, yeah
I don't like thots cause they nuisance
Yeah, ay

[Outro: Tec, Matt Swain, Producer Tag]
f*cking a ho on the telly
I put a hole in your belly
Put your hands up
Ay, everybody put they f*cking hands up
Everybody put your f*cking hands up!
Ay, what the f*ck, Tec?
You scaring the hoes away, bro
We can't have you scaring the hoes away, bro
This is my f*cking telly, bro
Agh!
You and Swain got the deal