Luh Dom - Just for now (feat. Ocm khi) Lyrics

Riding six people in the Bentley, it's a hot box
Shot him in his head with a shot Box, shot clock
She gon' see the ice on my wrist, Panties gone drop
Every nigga f*cked her cause that lil' hoe is a whole bop
Smokin' on that za, need some cologne
I feel like the boss, feel like Corleone
This a dead end, this a no-go, no zone
Ice on my wrist, look like frozone, frozone
I just want the top told that hoe to keep her clothes on
Gotta keep the pole with me, in case anything goes wrong
Haven't seen my bitch in so long
A thousand dollar fur a coat on
And I'm f*ckin' on this hoe, She look like, she throwin' gang signs
Bitch the Baby f*ckin' white, now you know that baby ain't mine
She told me she didn't cheat, and she smile, that hoe can't lie
Yea im racing for that sack, would've thought, I was a racer
Call this glock a f*ckin' pencil, if I shoot, it's gon' erase you
She don't f*ck right, finish with my left hand
Pop a nigga with my left hand
Nice ass ring, quess what, it's on my left hand
Uh switchy's, to the right this Ain't no wedding band
Racks up, size up, Rocking bigger pants
Told her get the f*ck, no chance, no ma'am
I got high
Damn I'm high
I got high standards for them bands
I gotta shine on these niggas, yeah
Brown skin, hoe same color as some mocha
Dark skin, bitch, same color as some mocha
And I shine on these niggas like some solar
It broke my heart when I knew it was over
Off the za, I can't move, I feel frozen
Based god, bitch, ball harder than Derozan
Yeah, got four hundred dollar Yeezys on my feet
And I'm f*ckin' on that hoe while, she slobbing on the meat
I'ma shine on them
Leave shit in the past
Let bygones be bygones
Pint on me, I'ma keep a pint on me
She ridin' on me, that lil' hoe, she ridin' on me
Be a leader, not no follower, I gotta do the guidin
I just wanna disappear so nobody do the finding
Shout out based god, shout out based god
Lacing fiends, with that shit, call me lace god
I be in the field throwin' plays like a baseball
Playin' hard to get, I chase money, I can't chase yall
At all, at all
At all, at all
Riding six people in the Bentley, It's a hot box
Shot him in his head with a shot Box, shot clock
She gon' see the ice on my wrist, Panties gone drop
Every nigga f*cked her cause that lil' hoe is a whole bop