OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

Ugh
King
Zero
Ay yo word on the street is I’ll black on ‘em all
And go (Gun Shot) if they ever get my back on the wall
Like my n*ggas from the corner i should dash from the law
Because I’m just like them
I got crack by the ball
Get it, I said crack by the ball
Got the game in the yolk
Got rap by the balls
Got your dame in the yolk
Got a wrap by my balls
Tell her rap all my bars
It’s a wrap I’m a boss
Pull an arm out
This is the mission to take the bread, shoot his leg off
Now he like Mr. Potato Head
And you ain’t seen a brother with his paint peanut butter
And the mother f*cking guts in the whip is potato bread
Hold up
Jelly ass n*ggas don’t approach me homie
You know i keep that mother f*cking toaster on me
If you lunchin i ain’t even gotta get the casket
I'll bury yo ass in a picnic basket
Chillll
f*ck is you mean
We ducking them suckers come f*ck a true king
My bucket too clean
It’s Gucci
I’m Gucci
In Gucci just picked up a couple new things
Still got my chopper from the old block dog
f*ck up out my business get yo nose chopped off
26’s on the b*tches with the doors chopped off
In the Chevy same color as a pork chop
Lawdddd
I’m just chatting with my peers
If my rap was an app I’d snap and disappear
King!
I’m a sick sick cat
You say my four don’t shoot well let me breech this gat
It be a photo shoot how this (c*cking of gun) snap
And give you all head shots when i grip this mack
I give one of these n*ggas they issue smack
I'll bench you, then tell you “b*tch you whack”
And put so many mother f*cking shots in your frame
That the doctor will have to PicStich you back
King!
You lames still breathing
Y’all still doing sh*t with no shame no reason
Here’s a real n*gga rule
No fame, no reaching
You don’t own your house, you can’t claim no region
Watch what you bring over here
You checkers I’m chess
That’s kings over squares
Yea I see the same sh*t a giant see
Bunch a little mother f*ckers acting like i ain’t me
Oh the irony
f*ck n*ggas trying me
Better luck trying to f*ck siamese
Porcupines
Told these n*ggas 40 times
Lights out 49ers, 40 9’s burst
n*gga where you come from
Baltimore
f*ck all of y’all, wall to wall
Danger everywhere you go
This is what you call a war
Walk in to the store, get a n*gga chalked
Trigga sparks, sh*t get dark to 'em loose a major part to 'im
Yea this an art form
Just a form of art with my heart pourin out
I embark on
Rare to come by
Hard to walk on
f*ck is y’all doing while the laws on, my balls
Get my floss on
Floor seats on the same sh*t my f*cking Porsche on
Wood grain get some good brain
f*ck a portion need the whole thing
n*gga cause the half won’t do
Frontrunner do sh*t n*ggas in the back won’t do
And the bag won’t do for my b*tch
It ain’t a burglary f*cking b*tches
Throw it on a n*gga card
You ain’t working, It ain’t working out between us
You just lurking, You ain’t working out the p*nis
Like you should, you deserve it, you ain’t even out the hood
You just worthless
You just surface when the n*gga poppin bottles huh?
Lot of whips lot of figures lot of models huh
Lot of n*ggas model they sh*t after mine
Lot of n*ggas try to date a model chick after mine
King
Minding my business make a mother f*cker hurt you
Pull the weed and blow a mother f*cking circle
Thats a zero!