[Produced by Fame School Slim]

[Verse 1 – Manolo Rose]
Wake up middle the night, cold sweats from bad dreams
Thinking out his puto, I got to shoot him, wouldn’t believe
The shit he got away with, my mind couldn’t conceive
Came on the block, really [?] like Meek Milly man
With tool in hand, tryna buck em buck em like I’m Billy Dan
[?] shit, all of the shells miss him
Got a [?] with big titties, oh I know how to hit em
Call my bitch Kiyanne through, she know exactly what to do
She gone kiss em, she gone fuck em, then she buck em
Call it Dominique LaRue
Puppet master boss, I don’t play no games
[?] my name, take a picture ‘fore you take your soul out the frame
Got a fetish for the look of death
It reminds me of the [?] who stayed at rest
Just make the killings clean, baby we don’t need a mess
You know how god do

[Verse 2 – Kiyanne]
I said the gun under the pillow n***a
I sprinkle molly in your drink to watch you fizzle n***a
Manolo didn’t have to call the troops
Cause this is what I do
Ask my name, bitch it’s Dominique LaRue
I’m just handling business, it’s never personal n***a
You started to grow on me, that won’t stop me from murking you n***a
Nobody ever told you, you should never trust no motherfucking criminal
Cause bitch I got a Glock, and plus I got a heart
But I keep it to a motherfucking minimum
I ain’t got no time for you n***a
I got a rose and a nine for you n***a
That thing go bang bang bang
When I lift and I aim, no pops for you n***a
That’s what the homies, the eses, the shooters, they scream
They begging and pleading for mercy
Don’t matter, the red dot is beaming