[Intro: OnFully]

(Marc Boomin, this you?)

(Boomin need extras)

Turn these niggas up, I ain't heard of these head boppin' in this bitch

You know what the fuck goin' on

Shee

[Verse 1: OnFully]

I think my lungs closin' in, been smokin' too much

I thought you was gon' get up off your ass, what's holdin' you up?

I said it once, bitch, don't ask if I'm totin' or what

My nigga be done slide with three K's, they lookin' like Klux

Free the guys, they went to court wearin' button-ups

You only wear a button-up in a hearse, you ain't got nothin' up

Boom got scouts comin' numbers that he puttin' up

If you really knew somethin', you'd put your people up

[Verse 2: The Godfather]

This shit crazy how we leavin' niggas layin' out in traffic

Put an opp in the 'Wood, this shit hittin', I can't pass it

When that pape' get involved, make a pussy nigga vanish

Niggas mad I'm still breathin', shit, I know they can't stand it

I've been blowin' through this pape' too fast, I need to manage it

Pourin' еight after eight, shit, I need to quit

We'll lеave a nigga stiff like a mannequin

Shootin' Drac' after Drac' 'til we empty clips

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]

Really respected everywhere like I'm J Prince

If it don't make a dollar, it don't make sense

Flip the fully K with shell catcher, ain't no evidence

The brick came with a stamp on it like I'm mailin' shit

Thick bitch can take dick, bitch, stop runnin'

This ice on my wrist real water, need to call a plumber

They like, "Lonnie ain't got a hit, but got a couple hundred"

"Lonnie, how you pimped that old bitch like a motherfucker?" (Ayy)

[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]

My nigga, I can fuck a bitch all night, she ain't gon' stop cummin'

Bullets get to jumpin' in they whip like they huggin' each other

You can be hard as rocks, the K go through him like butter

You ever seen a nigga make the chopper rain? It change the weather, nigga

This ain't no fairy tale

My niggas still be in the streets, we doin' very well

And we travel with the dope, we don't ship that in the mail

Man, drop a shell on a nigga like I work for Taco Bell (Ayy)

Gun on me, it's in the mall and I'll use this bitch is Saks

In the stores, what you think I'm tryna do in traffic?

Up the score, and if you think you finna kill my nigga Boom, you smokin' dope

Mama asked me what we be doin' with these guns, I don't know, nigga

Man, I be lyin' to myself sometimes, girl

The stick jump in my whip and just ride, don't got nowhere to go

And all these bitches in my phone ain't mine

I tell 'em how it is, they still love me 'cause I ain't lyin', nigga

[Verse 5: OnFully]

Really, you ain't gettin' in if you ain't the family

Ho asked why the roof flippin', bitch, it's panoramic

Wonder when your dad thank, that's what I was plannin'

Two P's sell pies but not the one that's in the pantry

Catch you wide open, throw a bullet like you Landry

Fuck your bitch and play it off, I don't be likin' cameras (Bitch)

Free 9K, hit your block, do some damage

Clip full of bald heads, and I ain't talkin' cannon (I ain't talkin' no—)