Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
[Verse 2]
Hey
[Verse 3]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a **** slipping from behind (boom)
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
[Verse 4]
Wipe a **** out like an outbreak
Chopper start busting, make the house shake
Fuck **** sweeter than a pound cake
Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say
Lean with the footballs, got a **** tripping
Fuck it, fuck it, **** keep sipping
Dirty AK with the beam on it
Clip so long I could lean on it
Free my **** locked behind bars
Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge
Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk
If a **** try to rob, fuck it, hit 'em with the hawk (boom)
[Verse 5]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a **** slipping from behind (boom)
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
[Verse 6]
Hundred bands on your head get the job done
Throw it up, throw it up, **** where you from
Whole hood hot 'cause ya **** hitting licks
Ain't made a mil yet but it's still **** rich
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em
How ya want it ****?
Full or the semi
Lurking for the cash, searching for the bag
Young **** wild
Throwing up flags
Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom, boom)
Money make 'em treat ya like the pope
Work the box like Dikembe in the post
**** hit it with the fork
[Verse 7]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a **** slipping from behind (boom)
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
[Verse 8]
It's the **** that you trust that'll prolly turn fed
Hating on ya heart 'cause you're rocking Hermes
Especially if ya money long, guarantee you turn heads
Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the share 'em heads
Hate, hate, hate
Jealousy is a bitch **** trait
Bitch **** snakes wanna know what ya make
Grimy ass hoe, do you like Lorenz Tate
Young **** running with the cannon
Never let a **** see ya panic
Dope boys in the hood working with the Hispanics
On the phone with the plug, **** speaking Spanish
[Verse 9]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a **** slipping from behind (boom)
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
[Verse 10]
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
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OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
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OG Bobby Johnson
Written by: Adrian Brüsch, Quintin Square
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