OG Bobby Johnson (ATL Remix)

O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! 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! Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak (Wipe 'em out!) Choppa start bustin' make the house shake (Craaa) F*ck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin, better watch what your mouth say (Watch it!) Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Zans) F*ck it, f*ck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it (Dirty!) Clip so long I could lean on it (Long?) Free my niggas locked behind bars (Free 'em) Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (Beat it) Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob f*ck it hit em with the hawk (Boom) 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! Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead Riding through the hood in a hot box In '96, in the swat, had a trap house Every day cut school to sell crack rock I got a pistol in my pocket and a bank roll Anybody try me Imma let the thing go bust it Put a whole clip through your Kangol cousin Now your homie don't like it but he can't do nothing Came through busting, I respect that You violate a mandatory nigga, bet that Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson push yo wig back Now the undercover asking people if I did that They kept me with the OG's hanging, OZ's slanging Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking You run up on my wrong .44 be bangin', Meet you at the crossroad where they don't be singing 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! You should go and get'em like Denzel How you think I put niggas on? Static on your line, I'm like f*ck that! You jinkies ass owe me a phone, nigga Only thang we feel that indictment She got ass, now that's inticing Me and you, your home girl, Your other home girl At the Ritz Carlton that's excitment I've never been a snitch Yeah, them bricks got me rich Hope to die, yeah I cross my heart, nigga And I hit Onyx with a chain so bright You woulda thought I was afraid the dark, nigga Earn stripes just like a zebra That soft white and bowls of reefer Thinkin' like Arthur Blanks In a Hanes wife beater Remember one time gramma walked in my room Like, "boy what you got right there?" I said, "I ain't gonna lie, Damn near a whole pie" Cook it, wait to be a millionaire?! Hoe see nigga fall off, nigga right by the bar Nigga grindng me and offer no Z? Never play a poli game, you ain't hearing my name Shit, make you an OG 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!