O.G. Bobby Johnson (Remix)

[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth] All black whip but the flow kick I'm the King of the streets, what you know bitch If you say I ain't the King, you don't know shit Yeah nigga, other niggas doing ho shit Greenlight everybody on go bitch Bitch in the backseat tryna blow shit But I'm on some mo shit, run up in yo door shit Tryna get this money, everybody on they floor shit I'm on the ?, strapped like John Wayne Then put a price on your head for a little change I can bomb a nigga block with a little aim Bout to Dedicate a 5 like Lil Wayne I'm on that OG Bobby Johnson shit In a drop ?, I'd done lost my shit Niggas say you on, like a bunch of bright lights My niggas tryna off ya shit I burn a bitch up, no propane Put fire on they ass like little flames I got this bitch locked down, no chains And let the people come and get this nigga, no names 6 rings on like MJ, I'ma tense these niggas like sensei Shit if you ask me, niggas been gay You wanna get famous nigga say Trae [Verse 2 - T.I.] Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead Riding through the hood in a hot box Its ‘96, n I swear I had a trap house Every day cut school to sell crack rock I gotta pistol in the pocket and a bank roll Anybody try me I'ma let the thang go, bust it I put a whole clip where ya Kangol, cousin And Yo Homie don’t like it but he can’t do nothing Came through busting, And respect that You violated mandatory nigga, bet that Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push ya Wig back Now the undercover askin people if we did that They came with the OG’s hanging, OZ’s slanging Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking You run up on me wrong the .44 be bangin Meet you at the Crossroad where they don’t be sanging [Hook - Que] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! [Verse 3 - Que] Hundred bands on your head get the job done Throw it up throw it up nigga where ya from Whole hood hot cause ya nigga hittin' licks Ain't made a mil yet but it's still nigga rich Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up) How ya want it nigga? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom) Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king) Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook em up) Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it) [Hook] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson!