OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)
Que/Snoop Dogg/Pusha T/A$AP Ferg
OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)
OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) - Que/Snoop Dogg/Pusha T/A$AP Ferg
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet shh
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind boom
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I'm still hanging with them killers and them convicts
Push start no key don't need a locksmith
Pop s**t split your top lift
Chop sticks still knock a n***a right up out his rocksmith
OG Bobby Johnson catch a n***a slipping while he joggin'
Tater on the end of the Ruger
Bottom of the stick hangin' out there Mr Cooper
Word on the street your son he's a thief
Your partner got him stealing radios every week
Told you once jealousy that's a b***h n***a trait
Better keep the grass cut
So you can watch out for the snakes
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind
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OG Bobby Johnson
Jumped out of bed with a b***h
Right hand on my heat left hand on my dick
Sea salt he robbed than a motherf**ker
OG Bobby Johnson nah n***a never love him
OG LB City is the town
Run up get gunned down
N***a we don't f**k around
Ask Ray-Ray Jay-Jay and Kay-Kay
Shot a n***a in the daytime with the AK
N***a ain't even on the run get loose
Turn stick quick tip bang mine
With the deuce what it do
All my n***as is realer
But Bobby Johnson is a bonafide killer
Mama was a ho step-daddy was a dealer
Yellow brick motherf**king Pittsburgh Steeler
N***a n***a better raise up
Dip my stick n***a when I blaze up
A's up K's up
I'm from the dub where the homies say trey's up
I am cripping with the n***as in the projects
Goin' down where the homie sell the bomb at
And don't get caught out of bounds
We get touchdown shut down n***a get cut down
Real game kill game
Bobby Johnson that's my motherf**king real name deuce
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind
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OG Bobby Johnson
Just got off a call with the homie Gino
That's my manager he be really boosting my ego hello
Said you crack n***a and every line is a kilo'
I said stop playing stop drinking the Clicquot
Stay out them bars n***a
But really I could kill them with these bars n***a
Really give them scars n***a
I chips on the tooth like Nas n***a
Make me spit cold verses too all these odd n***as
But 50 my favorite rapper he got shot
8 bullets like Leroy and then he got hot
I feel bad I met 'Premo before he got knocked
Cop 4 jackets right out of my pop spot
That Ferg apparel this life will lay down
Cee-Lo with grown ups stacking a Burrough
I can talk about my life but that ain't the hour
Rather Shabba Ranks with a skank and skeet in her mouth
My daddy in heaven I try to keep him smilin'
And take his little brother out to eat Italian
That's my big uncle T Ferg used to be wildin'
But now he getting rapper money
He should be proud of him
I got a thing for dark skin and big booties
Just got into model girls some slim cuties
I'll f**k ya industry b***hes say I did it
Piece of pie but industry b***hes really with it
Sha-Shabba Ranks Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks
Trying to hop a model chick probably Tyra Banks
Put the potato on the hammer let it bang
'Cause I'm OG Bobby Johnson AAP Mob be the gang
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind
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OG Bobby Johnson
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OG like it's South Central
N***a had a brick in a rental
Since I ain't dead or in jail from it
Put my life in this instrumental
OG Bobby Johnson like I'm straight out of Compton
See my boys in the hood we a menace it's a problem
N***a only know about a kilogram
Old school I could just kill a man
Kids running up to my old school
Get a hundred dollars from the dealer man
I ain't gotta lie in my music
Give you game teach you how to use it
If he ain't trying to help you come up
Leave his broke a*s suck a new dick
My numbers don't lie when the feds taking score
Cellphone in my name that's it nothing more
458 in the driveway
N***as can't see me on the highway
Got the house sitting on the water
Pulling up looking like Somali's
I heard one time from a rich n***a
These n***as' hoes like a b***h n***a
Like the last song on my album
Stay the f**k away from a snitch n***a
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind
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