[Intro: OnFully]

Shee—

You know what the fuck goin' on

I could put you boys in the spotlight or make you famous

Shee

Huh, huh

[Chorus: OnFully]

I could put you boys in the spotlight or make you famous

You know that ho'll knock your noodle like it's ramen

Out of town with an opp bitch, she throwin' up gang shit

Okay, brodie want a body, and he claimed it

[Verse 1: OnFully]

I keep this pistol, knock your noodle like it's ramen

Out of town with an opp bitch, she throwin' up gang shit

And she on that demon time like she Satan

Back in the hood with them leads and eraser

Just got the lo' on them boys, I ain't 'bout to keep 'em waitin'

Guess he seen me out and went in shock like a tazer

Throw it out, this ain't no 'za body that we facin'

Burn him up like some kerosene, he barely made it

I see you writin' statements, get you whacked for that paper

Pistol whip a flunkie, knock him out like Joe Frazier

It's a slim chance my thug won't slime you out or do you shady (Shee)

Okay, brodie want a body, and he claimed it

Put more tax on your ass than a girl with ten babies

Me and Boom state to state with that bag, Meech and Terry

Dev got the .308, 'll make you poof like a fairy

My one bitch said she wanna party me like Katy Perry

[Chorus: OnFully & The Godfather]

I could put you boys in the spotlight or make you famous

You know that ho'll knock your noodle like it's ramen

Out of town with an opp bitch, she throwin' up gang shit (You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga)

Okay, brodie want a body, and he claimed it

[Verse 2: The Godfather]

I can put you boys in the spotlight and make you famous

You know them boys from Strathmore, shit, they dangerous

I'm accurate with that Glock, shoot that bitch like I got aim assist

I'm made for this, nigga, you a pussy, should be named a bitch

Walk down, kill 'em by yourself, that's how you face a clip

You better have your shit together before you take the risk

Opps mad we get on they ass, hit 'em with a switch

Toe tag, another bodybag, put him in a ditch

Put that pressure on them boys, got 'em foldin' up and bendin'

Every night, I hit my knees and ask God for forgiveness

When we get the drop, we bring them choppers out and get to spinnin'

Better not claim that shit they in, if you do, you niggas finished

They ain't let my nigga Boogz out that bitch, we on a mission

Fuck rap, I got my name 'cause of blitzin'

A headshot'll leave a nigga flatlined, shittin'

He dead now, we put him in a box like a shipment

I just ran into the plug, it was all love

He got Perc, weed and lean, and hard drugs

Hundred racks in cash, bet your bitch count it in all dubs

An opp died, we gon' get it poppin', fill it up with mud

[Chorus: OnFully]

I could put you boys in the spotlight or make you famous

You know that ho'll knock your noodle like it's ramen

Out of town with an opp bitch, she throwin' up gang shit

Okay, brodie want a body, and he claimed it