OG Bobby Johnson - OG Bobby Johnson lyrics

[Intro: Momo] OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson [Verse: Momo] AK shake the place like an 808 Run up on a n***a, Jim Carrey face Put the guns up on a n***a so I hit his face Spray a n***a up and now my n***as never carry mace Everybody know about the badmon Murder rate higher when the sun down Ain't nobody finna put the guns down Gun drop, get shot, op yelling "mon down" Crackhead in the alley taking hits Lighter broke so a n***a rub a couple sticks Posted in the dark, n***a trying to get a spark n***a every n***a going through sh** (goddamn!) Swimming through the water, with them sharks And them piranhas, n***a every n***a want they Own ship (goddamn!) We was posted on that corner Little boy from Minnesota n***a, every n***a filling them ZIPs (you know it!) Little n***a grew up on the South Side No one tripping when them cops sitting outside They never catch us lacking Secret draw for the Mac You know the white never with us like Apartheid n***as all want they own come up Mama working full time and no father (nah nah) It's simple being Simba when they knowing you Mufasa n***as all gon grow up with a chopper Everybody selling, no one caring nah n***a Ain't no n***a here every seen a airsoft n***a (nah) AK let it scream, DNA at the scene Yo a** hurt, now the cops checking hairs my n***a (skirt) The police they know me, they watching yo homie I tell by the clicks on the phone When the cops get the warrant They kick in the door, and you know That the dope gon be gone (ha, b**h!) Arm and hammer add another hammer Cuz when the ops come to him I go blamah Screaming "free the guys" If you the reason they inside Then your cat getting peeled by bananas Robitussin what you n***as pouring b**h n***a Guns busting get your ideas stolen b**h n***a These blunts getting rolled These n***as on parole And these n***as really still tuck with nicks my n***a, my n***a ZOOTBOYS