Music Video
Dome (feat. Duke)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
Duke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arnold Martinez
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Wheezy Beatz
Yeah, okay
[PreChorus]
I got like five million and twelve hundred thousand hoes (Racks)
They drippin' all over my motherfuckin' clothes (Sheesh)
[Chorus]
Let's go off the dome (Whoa)
I can't make it home (No)
I fucked her, I boned her (Yeah)
She leave an aroma (Skrrt)
They callin' my phone up (Brrrt, brrrt)
My girl like, "What's goin' on?" (Brrrt, brr)
She suckin', put me in a coma (Slurp)
I nut on that fish on my sofa (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ma, what's brackin'? Yeah
[Verse 1]
Dickie suit, chucks
Flag hangin' to the right
Put that young bitch in a buck'
Kid Cudi, fuck her all day and all night
Okay, I'm in this bitch with Lil Duke, Longway
You can be with me, you too, four way
Put that bitch off from my deuce, slow day
I'ma sell at least like two
[Verse 2]
Thugga Thugga, what it do?
Ridin' in the fast lane, I'm eludin' (Skrrt)
All these drugs that we abusin' (Drugs)
Addicted to winnin', not losin'
I'm in the kitchen just cookin' (Cook it up)
Middle finger to a bookin' (Fuck 'em)
Fuck runnin' off, fuck ****, I took it
Diamond so wet, I might need to douche it
[Verse 3]
Diamonds they shower, they shower me
Yes, that lil' **** I got with me
When it's war my **** count on me
Beyoncé, bitch, I'm a bumblebee
This the beehive, this my turf, bitch, you can't sting on me
Jingle bells, baby, you can ring on me
[Chorus]
Let's go off the dome
I can't make it home (No)
I fucked her, I boned her (Yeah)
She leave an aroma (Skrrt)
They callin' my phone up (Brrrt, brrrt)
My girl like, "What's goin' on?" (Brrrt, brr)
She suckin', put me in a coma (Slurp)
I nut on that fish on my sofa (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ma, what's brackin'? (Thugger)
[Verse 4]
458 California 'Rari, I got that old money, call it Atari
Let's go off the dome, I trap by the Dome, keep a couple grams in my field pocket
Keep a pocket rocket on me, ain't no guessin' if I'm gon' pop it
Got a lot of Blood homies, and guess what? It ain't no stoppin'
[Verse 5]
Hop in the car and I'm wylin', I'm stalling
I hop out and cuss out my driver (Hop in)
Fuck **** try me, no Eddie Bauer, I'ma pull up and make it rain, showers (Ah)
I'm a lil' kid when it come to that pussy, I hop up like the Icy Tower (Hop up, yeah)
I would rather be a coyote than be a coward (Damn)
[Verse 6]
I creep right up on them, hit 'em with the AK, 7:00 in the morning (Pew, pew)
No Christmas Eve, caught him by surprise, he was still yawnin' (Ah!)
I'm runnin' the city, you ridin' in that loaner, I'm runnin' with owners
I'm runnin' with armor, I'm not even thinkin', I'm right off the dome
[Chorus]
Let's go off the dome (Whoa)
I can't make it home (No)
I fucked her, I boned her (Yeah)
She leave an aroma (Skrrt)
They callin' my phone up (Brrrt, brrrt)
My girl like, "What's goin' on?" (Brrrt, brr)
She suckin', put me in a coma (Slurp)
I nut on that fish on my sofa (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ma, what's brackin'? Yeah
Written by: Caleb R.K. Williams, Jeffery Williams, Martinez Arnold, Wesley Glass
