OJ

[Hook: Jarren Benton] Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind 24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!) So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININ’ HO!) Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin’ but the money on my mind OJ, ride around the hood like OJ Sippin on gin and OJ Blow a whole O of that OJ On the white girl like OJ All my nigga locked up like OJ Killin’ everything like OJ My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Guess who’s peepin’ on your window With an automatic laser gun aimin’ at your temple Word to my kin folk Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up game from an oldschool Nintendo Bitch, I been sick since an embryo, yup ho I finna’ blow How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do' Back to reality, now I’m on top like nigga fuck gravity You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries I beat ‘em in the fuckin’ head, that’s a fatality Fuck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie You niggas couldn’t shake me, move me or rattle me Baby, I’m an animal, you don’t wanna battle me I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album Niggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ Talcum Waitin’ by the window with a gun like Malcolm X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs [Hook] [Verse 2: Elz Jenkins] Trap boom with my trap bum Turn the bread, this kinda scary 4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayin’ Nigga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I’m Flavor Flav Niggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard They too soft to sell soft Y’all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, don’t fuck with Pill like Rick Ross That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek Man, I left a nigga abstract Nigga talk drug but I made that bread Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead When I see your bitch bet I get that head Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey We’ll crash your crib and we’ll snatch your kids Me and Jarren Benton so Kony [Hook] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] Killin’ everything like OJ Dick in the mouth like Colgate I don’t fuck with them boys, they so gay Trigger down them whores, no way PBR baby, fuck Rosay I’m on a big geek like 4 days Who the fuck scared of you I bury you, we got the Theraflu I told you niggas I ain’t okay Cheers to a New Year Whores say he too weird Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers You ain’t from the A, sucka nigga, just move here Nigga fuck high, I’m nuclear Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us When it’s spring, summer time I’m a fucker, get a fireproof suit cause that burn up [Hook]