Matt Stuppiello - Off The Dome lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Woo! Baby ten you soft baby Yeah you want it baby (air horns) [Verse 1: Matt] I'm Bomb Stuppiello Mess with me you get toasted Like a marshmallow In the studio droppin' straight Rings on the court Balls anyone like the f*cking chains I feel how I rock the boys We don't want this noise Little f*cking kids playing with their little toys I'm a wizard cause I can read yo mind I play so dope make you hit rewind I got all the power Call me young Yoda Tryin' to pick up that offer from f*cking Arizona My boy supreme they so damn nice Knock you out on the street Call me king young slice Woo! You know Aston Martin k**ing all catch your beats And I'm on the field with my Adi' zero cleats I love my boys, no f*cking h*mo I railed yo b*tch and recorded it in slo-mo You can't hang with me for one Damn round cause I'm the best in the league, b*tch Count for f*cking pound Only ball hard cause that's the f*cking standard I can't rap around gas cause that's a fire hazard Step up to the plate, I'm a fat damn slugger Jevons with your girl, ooh thats a bummer Woo! Your girl hit me up twenty-three times Runnin' around the world b*tch, getting heavy f*cking rhymes Young Thug! Yeah that's my boy Throw a fat alley-oop to that kid B McCoy Lemme seal the deal Lemme keep it real I'm Italian, I never peel My power come straight from the damn core My name is Matt and I originate from the Jersey Shore Woo! [Verse 2: Antoine] Hey boys, we grind on the ride over, oh my Hey boys, we grind on the ride over, oh my Yeah caught yo b*tch heat [Verse 3: Matt] Can't beat 10! Get it! Curbin' in my whip, you can smell burnt rubber Eat a crisp bagel, can't believe it's not bu*ter I like gettin' big, I like to lift Catch me in my lexus, cause I hit that nice clean drift Contros be so fire like he droppin' those nukes Imma be so nasty gonna hit those fancy jukes Little boys say "Hey Stuppes" I'm like what up Tryna play that pong I'm like wheres my solo cup? In the mornin' it's foggy it's lowkey misty You can't tackle Jordan cause He's too big, he's too shifty Door lost that "C", so you shoot up that flare Sorry dog I'm being honest no one cares I got fresh kicks man I got two pairs Like a bounty hunter I'm takin' out deers Liam King's a homie I mess with D1 kickers Take yo hungry girl, then I'll you some snickers Our squad is so big and our bones ain't brittle My rhymes are hectic, systematic like a riddle It's the calm before the storm and I'm just in the middle You see the way I throw and I'm like ayy son heres some skittles I lay hard hats and I'm number seven Go to Cathedral Catholic, you know I'm goin' to heaven Cause this real fresh man, you know I'm the best I don't know the rest, put me to that f*cking test Toe feels dope man, she just ditched her bases When I rock my shoes, I like to rock my laces I do what I do, I snapchat funny faces I'm comin' through this door cause I break life to pieces [Outro] KB Gang cause if you hit that doesn't mean you big You still soft KB ten Gang we winners