[Intro: OnFully]

Shee

You know what the fuck goin' on

[Chorus: OnFully]

You wanna make problems, then you runnin' from the shit

I feel like Bernie, when them hoes come through (Shee), who you with?

State property, tell 'em what hand you roll up with

The money on the way, my hands itchin' (Shee), feelin' confident

You wanna make problems, then you runnin' from the shit

See, me, I don't do it, streets raised me, I'm too legit

This an A and B conversation, see your way out of it

Make these nothin'-ass hoes feel special (Shee), lose the [?]

You out here singin' to the pigs, the case sing like it's McJagger

My dog in Texas sellin' hard like he Tim playin' for the Mavericks

He ain't even wear an insulation mask when that boy tagged him (Shee)

That nigga ain't even my homie, you'd never see me dabble

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]

Baggin' 'fit, mama lonely, shit got my fingers crampin'

Throwin' work to the homie only time I'm givin' passes (Throw the work)

Tuh, I'm from the wish a nigga woods

Have a killer campaign, if they ain't told you, then they should, we with pistol action

Enter at your own risk 'cause them dogs in here

Life sentence in the whip, it's dog in here

We ain't friendly, no new niggas

Somebody tell me who the fuck got dog in here

Tuh, I can fuck the money up, ain't bring it all here

Tuh, I can cop a hundred-plus and make it disappear

He'll send a hit, put a headband on you, uh

Tuh-huh, tuh-huh, now you Paul Pierce

OnFully, we call him that, he get charged when he turn that switch on

Tuh, that's a twenty-five-ball, you hear that flip phone

Nigga, you shoppin' with a hundred-ball, you see them prices limbo

Will you get that bam-bam or you find yourself a Flintstone?

[Chorus: OnFully]

You wanna make problems, then you runnin' from the shit

I feel like Bernie, when them hoes come through (Shee), who you with?

State property, tell 'em what hand you roll up with

The money on the way, my hands itchin' (Shee), feelin' confident

You wanna make problems, then you runnin' from the shit

See, me, I don't do it, streets raised me, I'm too legit

This an A and B conversation, see your way out of it

Make these nothin'-ass hoes feel special (Shee), lose the [?]

You out here singin' to the pigs, the case sing like it's McJagger

My dog in Texas sellin' hard like he Tim playin' for the Mavericks

He ain't even wear an insulation mask when that boy tagged him (Shee)

That nigga ain't even my homie, you'd never see me dabble

[Verse 2: OnFully]

That nigga ain't even my mans, like make a way, get him wrapped

I'm the plug, got myself on speed dial, one tap

Pocket rocket hold eight, hit him with three, watch him cramp

Your bitch singin' on my phone while I'm shoppin' at Saks (Shee)

You get it? That's a saxaphone

My lines stay ringin' all day and night, 24/7, say watch a tune

I might hit Vegas, link up with my nigga Mone

Let it in Miami with some bad [?] like [?] (Shee, shee)

You know Fully in the house, I feel like Jerome

Don't test me, shit could get hectic

Up off this 30, told Blizzy, "Fuck resting"

You know he got the glizzy, shoot it quicker than we texting