the godfather & onfully - wham lyrics
[intro: onfully]
(good lookin’ for this, cali)
sheesh
my b+tch got two hundred in her savings
my b+tch— sheesh
[chorus: onfully, the godfather & the godfather & onfully]
my b+tch got two hundred in her savings
playin’ games, you get murdered, this ain’t sega
think i’m a dope fiend, i go adderall crazy
that fully hit your ass, it go wham like lil baby, n+gga
unc’ just bust a brick down, i watched him shave it
just know your ass’d be dead for tryna play me
you get hit with the chop, pray to the lord that he save you
a bronx n+gga, i’m still in the hood with the same crew (sheesh)
[verse 1: onfully & the godfather]
me and boom go way back, we on the same sh+t
i’m talkin’ way+way back, f+ckin’ the same b+tch
when we slide, pick your whole crew up, f+ck who you came with
fast pull up on his ass, i’m finna show how my aim get
we take sh+t, think wе work for mayco how we paint whips
just attached the grip onto thе fully, so i can’t miss
[verse 2: onfully]
when they see me and boom, they be like, “i hate them”
hoes say they love us ’cause we out here thuggin’
best believe i got that stick tucked out in public
this ain’t fetty, get your sh+t bust, head crushed
one minute with your b+tch, i got her suckin’
we got blue, red, and them yellow pills, teletubbies
[verse 3: the godfather]
we got dog and them ‘bows for the low, come get a bundle
when i get the money, it ain’t sh+t to spend it with my brother
i ain’t got my gun on me, you a stupid motherf+cker
watch me whip this b+tch out and get to shootin’ motherf+ckers
[verse 4: onfully]
fully put that belt to his ass like he pootie tang
why he actin’ like he hard? that’s just somethin’ he ain’t
think i’m lamar, sh+lls droppin’, you can’t stop the rain
i’d rather clip you off, i ain’t tryna catch a fade
can’t make him duck, did the splits like he johnny cage
runnin’ in your crib to k!ll you, we ain’t tryna find a safe
[verse 5: the godfather]
weezy walked in with the mud, i’m finna buy some drank
high as h+ll, just pour me an eight, tryna rock the k
money counters goin’ off, i know it count the pape’
kidnap you, they gon’ find your body inside of a lake
b+tch, i’m the godfather, give it up or you can lay
well+known top shotta, take a hit and eatin’ steak
[chorus: onfully, the godfather & the godfather & onfully]
my b+tch got two hundred in her savings
playin’ games, you get murdered, this ain’t sega
think i’m a dope fiend, i go adderall crazy
that fully hit your ass, it go wham like lil baby, n+gga
unc’ just bust a brick down, i watched him shave it
just know your ass’d be dead for tryna play me
you get hit with the chop, pray to the lord that he save you
a bronx n+gga, i’m still in the hood with the same crew
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