OJ lyrics

by

Big Rube


[Hook: Jarren Benton]
Don’t f*ck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININ’ HO!)
Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin’ but the money on my mind
OJ, ride around the hood like OJ
Sippin on gin and OJ
Blow a whole O of that OJ
On the white girl like OJ
All my n*gga locked up like OJ
Killin’ everything like OJ
My clique sick, b*tch, we ain't okay

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Guess who’s peepin’ on your window
With an automatic laser gun aimin’ at your temple
Word to my kin folk
Your ho blow a n*gga like a f*cked up game from an oldschool Nintendo
b*tch, I been sick since an embryo, yup ho I finna’ blow
How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope
I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope
My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do'
Back to reality, now I’m on top like n*gga f*ck gravity
You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries
I beat ‘em in the f*ckin’ head, that’s a fatality
f*ck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie
You n*ggas couldn’t shake me, move me or rattle me
Baby, I’m an animal, you don’t wanna battle me
I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room
n*gga, f*ck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium
In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album
n*ggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ Talc*m
Waitin’ by the window with a gun like Malcolm
X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Elz Jenkins]
Trap boom with my trap bum
Turn the bread, this kinda scary
4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey
Like hold up, jog, motherf*ck what these haters sayin’
n*gga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I’m Flavor Flav
n*ggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard
They too soft to sell soft
Y’all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, don’t f*ck with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk sh*t and I clap
Leave a n*gga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a n*gga abstract
n*gga talk drug but I made that bread
Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread
n*gga talk sh*t bet he end up dead
When I see your b*tch bet I get that head
n*gga kick sh*t, n*gga f*ck your goalie
When I strapped leave a n*gga so wholey
We’ll crash your crib and we’ll snatch your kids
Me and Jarren Benton so Kony

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Killin’ everything like OJ
di*k in the mouth like Colgate
I don’t f*ck with them boys, they so gay
Trigger down them whores, no way
PBR baby, f*ck Rosay
I’m on a big geek like 4 days
Who the f*ck scared of you
I bury you, we got the Theraflu
I told you n*ggas I ain’t okay
Cheers to a New Year
Whores say he too weird
Chug a whole keg, f*ck two beers
You ain’t from the A, sucka n*gga, just move here
n*gga f*ck high, I’m nuclear
Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up
If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us
When it’s spring, summer time
I’m a f*cker, get a fireproof suit cause that burn up
[Hook]
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