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 bitch 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 fuck nigga, no I can't be your homie Imma run these bands up, by my lonely She don't got time for me, bought the bitch 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 bitch You ain't in the park, you can't skate where the pro's is Finna fuck his bitch, 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 niggas 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 bitch 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 fuck nigga, no I can't be your homie Imma run these bands up, by my lonely She don't got time for me, bought the bitch 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 bitch, 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