Kevin Gates - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

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Kevin Gates - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

Ayyhh.. Luca Brasi two n***a.. Ayyhh.. I don't get tired [Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Cocaine whippin', in the Pyrex stiffen. Wrist flickin' with the wisk, I don't get tired! Hit it with the ice, when the (crrrck) it'll quick drop Pa**ed by the trap, that's wa**am, you can get by! Retarded! Stripper getting money by the ziplock Chilling outside in the whip with the 5th co*ked! Face under my navel, sort of like a table The b**h doing sh**, got my dick in a lip lock, rollin! Aroma from the odor, kinda potent got me choking What I'm smoking probably stronger than a Hitchco*k! (Know it.) Face card worth a couple mil in New Orleans The Lord know it wasn't from no Hip-Hop! (On it.) We aint bragging, I aint laughing, doing anything to eat Big ma got the dawg, full booming in the East! Ghetto where we starving, running through it with the heat Dirty house full of roaches, hear them moving when you sleep. My n***a turned b**h, wanna do it, we can beef Have a wild out session, metal chewing through your feet. Jag about to pull up at the Air Mark Me and Stroke open up a track, it's a landmark! (What up?) Tall yellow b**h, cut the fan off Turn into an animal when leaning on the Zan bars! (Cut up.) Fed up with a n***a, he a hater, having issues with another n***a winning Why you mad for? Brick after brick, I aint talking 'bout the backboard Alley born, Russian blade, thugging in the backyard OG b**bie Black grabbed a mask and a mac! (Brrrraack!) Matter fact, it'll rip a n***a dashboard! (Dashboard?) Five in the morning when I whip around the bottom In the black Porsche truck, with a stepper right on side me Pray to God I don't make it, he don't hustle everybody What, I clutch on what I got a crush on? f** no! [Hook: Kevin Gates] (x2) Walk around town I'm a suspect Me and Gunna steady stomping through your Projects Rest in peace, k**a's gone out the Projects b**bie Black, wrap the mac on your Project! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black! [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Soulja Slim reincarnated, lotta n***as hatin' Got they women doing favors, I don't get tired! Feeling my demeanor, aint no ring around her finger But I swear I've been invited to her fish fry Beat the p**y from behind, my lil tender a contender No pretending, coming quicker than a zipline That was in the mind, then I hit her with a pimp line Zipper, she gonna get it with her teeth She unzipped mine n***a! [Hook: Kevin Gates] (x2) Walk around town I'm a suspect Me and Gunna steady stomping through your Projects Rest in peace, k**a's gone out the Projects b**bie Black, wrap the mac on your Project! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black! OG b**bie Black!