[Intro: OnFully]
(This you?)
Sheesh
(Boomin need extras)
You know what the fuck goin' on
Sheesh

[Verse 1: OnFully]
Catch you with a hookshot like I'm Larry Bird
When the hook on your ass, you might shit a turd
Keep this heater on me when I'm out and I ain't talkin' fur
When I up this bitch, you turn bitch, need to wear a purse
When I'm out in traffic, you might see me when I'm speedin' by
Brodie up that bitch and blow you in your dome eye-to-eye
Bandman silly, upped his wrist, bitch hypnotized
Bitch, we take risks for that pape', get a n***a fried

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
We all slide when bodies droppin'
We don't never know who hit him first
Sometimes it be confusing
Really rappin' about my life, hoes thinkin' I'm makin' music
You ever seen a fully with a hundred on it? Shit look beautiful
You ever seen a hundred thousand of your own money?
Your own cash and your own stash? That shit be—
Quick to tell a bitch that you can go'n and leave with your broke ass
We see an opp, I might just put a bullet hole in his corona mask

[Verse 3: IAMTK Peso]
Look, we all droppin' somethin' when we slide
Heard that n***a was y'all n***as' favorite shooter 'til that n***a died
Better not catch you on the other side
Better not catch you in that whip with him, 'cause we send 'em through n***as' rides
For that chicken, I can get 'em fried
For that chicken, I bet I can get the head from that n***a wife
All the opps dyin', n***a, we been livin' life
**** had to make sure he was dead, so we hit him twice

[Verse 4: OnFully]
The shit we be doin', it get you life, jack
Bitch wanna fuck, she say, "Ho, don't wear latex"
Drivin' with my n***a Pat, this ain't Project
Brodie got an idea, shit, what's the concept?
[Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I got rich and I ain't sign no damn contract
I move pounds for real and I ain't talkin' 'bout no hashtag
I got glass for real, I need some motherfuckin' Windex
Fuck a deal, boy, I'm really signed to that Pyrex
Huh, DaDa went and disrespect that and you gon' die next
Huh, take the rental, n***a, with the work, but we gon' fly back
Popped two jiggas, now I got this lil' bitch super wet
Bro popped two n***as, now they caskets back-to-back

[Verse 6: The Godfather]
Me and bro really shootin' from the corner, goin' back-to-back
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, doin' the cabbage patch
Chopper, it'll break your ass down, this shit more than rap
We can take the plane or a 'Hound, this how we get 'em back
Free Mirth, they got him on appeal, they tryna bring him back
These n***as shootin' in the air, you think we runnin' track
Hit a n***a block, spin it again, we gon' double back
Have a n***a runnin' 'round in circles like he runnin' laps