OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

Word on the street Im a suspect

Hanging with the killers in the projects

I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here

Riding through the hood in a hot box

In 96, in the hood, had a trap house

Every day cruise through the city, crack rock

I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll

Everybody try me, I dont let the thing go, bust it

I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin

Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing

Came through busting, I respect that

You violate a mandatory nigga, break that

Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad

Now the undercover people left for dead

They came with the OGs hanging, OZs hanging

Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking

You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing

Word on the street Im a suspect

Hanging with the killers in the projects

I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson