[Que] Word on the street I´m a suspect Hangin´ with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin´ from behind (boom)
OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!
[Que] I´m still hanging with them killers and them convicts Push start, no key, don´t need a locksmith Pop shit, split your top lift Chop sticks, still knock a nigga right up out his rocksmith O.G. Bobby Johnson - catch a nigga 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 bitch nigga trait Better keep the grass cut, so you can watch out for the snakes
[Que] Word on the street I´m a suspect Hangin´ with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin´ from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!
[Snoop Dogg] Jumped out of bed with a bitch Right hand on my heat, left hand on my dick
Sea salt, he robbed than a motherfucker OG Bobby Johnson? Nah, nigga, never love him OG LB City is the town Run up, get gunned down Nigga, we don´t fuck around Ask Ray-Ray, Jay-Jay and Kay-Kay Shot a nigga in the daytime with the AK Nigga ain´t even on the run, get loose Turn stick, quick tip, bang mine with the deuce, what it do? All my niggas is realer But Bobby Johnson is a bonafide killer Mama was a ho, step-daddy was a dealer Yellow brick motherfucking Pittsburgh Steeler Nigga? nigga, better raise up Dip my stick, nigga, 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 niggas 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, nigga get cut down Real game, kill game Bobby Johnson, that´s my motherfucking real name, deuce
[Que] Word on the street I´m a suspect Hangin´ with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin´ from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!
[A$AP Ferg] Just got off a call with the homie Gino That´s my manager, he be really boosting my ego (hello) Said "you crack, nigga, and every line is a kilo"´ I said "stop playing, stop drinking the Clicquot" Stay out them bars, nigga But really I could kill them with these bars, nigga Really give them scars, nigga I chips on the tooth like Nas, nigga Make me spit cold verses too, all these odd niggas But 50 my favorite rapper, he got shot 8 bullets like Leroy and then he got hot I feel bad, I met ´Premo before he got knocked Cop 4 jackets right out of my pop spot
That Ferg apparel, this life will lay down Cee-Lo with grown ups stacking a Burrough I can talk about my life, but that ain´t the hour Rather Shabba Ranks with a skank and skeet in her mouth My daddy in heaven, I try to keep him smilin´ And take his little brother out to eat Italian That´s my big uncle T Ferg, used to be wildin´ But now he getting rapper money, he should be proud of him I got a thing for dark skin and big booties Just got into model girls, some slim cuties I´ll fuck ya industry bitches, say I did it Piece of pie, but industry bitches really with it Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks Trying to hop a model chick, probably Tyra Banks Put the potato on the hammer, let it bang Cause I´m OG Bobby Johnson, A$AP Mob be the gang
[Que] Word on the street I´m a suspect Hangin´ with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin´ from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!
[Pusha-T] OG like it´s South Central Nigga 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 Nigga 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 ass 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 Niggas 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 nigga These niggas´ hoes like a bitch nigga
Like the last song on my album Stay the fuck away from a snitch nigga
[Que] Word on the street I´m a suspect Hangin´ with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet Catch a nigga slippin´ from behind OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson! OG Bobby Johnson!