Charged Up Krew lyrics

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

[Verse 1: OnFully]
Catch you with a hookshot like I'm Larry Bird
When the hook on your ass, you might sh*t a turd
Keep this heater on me when I'm out and I ain't talkin' fur
When I up this b*tch, you turn b*tch, need to wear a purse
When I'm out in traffic, you might see me when I'm speedin' by
Brodie up that b*tch and blow you in your dome eye-to-eye
Bandman silly, upped his wrist, b*tch hypnotized
b*tch, we take risks for that pape', get a n*gga 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? sh*t look beautiful
You ever seen a hundred thousand of your own money?
Your own cash and your own stash? That sh*t be—
Quick to tell a b*tch 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*gga was y'all n*ggas' favorite shooter 'til that n*gga died
Better not catch you on the other side
Better not catch you in that whip with him, 'cause we send 'em through n*ggas' rides
For that chicken, I can get 'em fried
For that chicken, I bet I can get the head from that n*gga wife
All the opps dyin', n*gga, we been livin' life
**** had to make sure he was dead, so we hit him twice

[Verse 4: OnFully]
The sh*t we be doin', it get you life, jack
b*tch wanna f*ck, she say, "Ho, don't wear latex"
Drivin' with my n*gga Pat, this ain't Project
Brodie got an idea, sh*t, 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 motherf*ckin' Windex
f*ck 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*gga, with the work, but we gon' fly back
Popped two jiggas, now I got this lil' b*tch super wet
Bro popped two n*ggas, 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 sh*t 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*ggas shootin' in the air, you think we runnin' track
Hit a n*gga block, spin it again, we gon' double back
Have a n*gga runnin' 'round in circles like he runnin' laps