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[intro: onfully]
you know what the f~ck goin’ on
you know we charged the f~ck up (bangthatsh~t, shee)

[verse 1: onfully]
put him on a milk carton, heard he went missing
don’t even know i got the bl!ck, i ain’t obvious
give your ass a present, toe tag, it look like a ribbon
unc’, he cookin’, get the f~ck out of h~ll’s kitchen
if it’s a his, home run like red sox
when boom said put you in a box like dead stock

[verse 2: the godfather & onfully]
when fully said get even, when i see you, i headshot
we spinnin’ every block in a striker, this b~tch a redeye (skrrt)
it be lights, camera, action, they think r shot him
unc’ be fightin’ with the dog, it just tried to bite him
this b~tch illegal and dirty, sh~t, i ain’t got a license
they told us we can bear arms, f~ck do i look like fightin’? (shee)

[verse 3: onfully]
action impact, use you as a gun range
in the streets just like playin’ spades, it’s a card game
he gassed up, put that torch on him, he went up in flames
i ain’t tryna turn his life around, it’s too late to change
you better off keepin’ fake love, that’s the sh~t i hate
how we could’ve seen, you would think the sh~t renovation
leave you somewhere stuck overnight but wasn’t playin’ no sting
get the call is a green light, left him stuck on the [?]
[verse 4: the godfather & onfully]
n~gga, don’t move, put your hands in the air, better touch your head (put ’em up)
brodie always got my back like ridin’ pegs
the chopper go r~t~rded when i shoot it, it’s special ed
erase his stupid ass off the map, he ate the lead (he dumb)
cut into a opp b~tch like, “let me f~ck”
she say, “you know what you did to my people, boy, it’s ugly”
you a fake sipper, only bought a line to pour some cut
i be act’ sippin’, lyin’ to my b~tch like, “bae, i’m done”
but f~ck it, right now, i’m headin’ to the money
all blues on me lookin’ like the devil from kentucky
my white boy can’t kick the footb~lls, call him rugby
i can tell by her arms, this b~tch shootin’ up in public (shee)

[verse 5: onfully]
keep some white girl for hoes wanna party, reese witherspoon
if you ain’t gang, why you in my sp~ce? live long a womb
pour a five in a pop like edman sunman
if you ain’t fruit, why the f~ck did i see you runnin’?
like my n~gga paid said, “get to that paper”
f~ck the b~tch from overseas, i need a translator
shoot the breath out you, think you need a lifesaver
work sell like candy one hour later

[verse 6: the godfather]
you ain’t gettin’ sh~t if you ain’t got no paper
air this chopper to the max, better tie your vapors
keep a couple hunchos like my n~gga mayor
make the b~tches bring the pape’, a detroit player
i’m high as h~ll, poured eleven lines, a bonus when we pacers
before i let her drive the boat, i make the ho fill out a waiver
i’m pimpin’ hoes, i’m makin’ b~tches bring me all the paper
put an eight in a twenty~four, gon’ sleep ’til next thanksgiving

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