Trae Tha Truth - O.G. Bobby Johnson (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth] All black whip but the flow kick I'm the King of the streets, what you know b**h If you say I ain't the King, you don't know sh** Yeah n***a, other n***as doing ho sh** Greenlight everybody on go b**h b**h in the backseat tryna blow sh** But I'm on some mo sh**, run up in yo door sh** Tryna get this money, everybody on they floor sh** I'm on the ?, strapped like John Wayne Then put a price on your head for a little change I can bomb a n***a block with a little aim Bout to Dedicate a 5 like Lil Wayne I'm on that OG Bobby Johnson sh** In a drop ?, I'd done lost my sh** n***as say you on, like a bunch of bright lights My n***as tryna off ya sh** I burn a b**h up, no propane Put fire on they a** like little flames I got this b**h locked down, no chains And let the people come and get this n***a, no names 6 rings on like MJ, I'ma tense these n***as like sensei sh** if you ask me, n***as been gay You wanna get famous n***a 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 n***a, 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 k**ers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a n***a 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 n***a where ya from Whole hood hot cause ya n***a hittin' licks Ain't made a mil yet but it's still n***a rich Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up) How ya want it n***a? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young n***a 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) n***a hit it with the fork (hit it) [Hook] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the k**ers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson!