By My Lonely (Omi)

[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