Fredo Santana Og Bobby Johnson Remix Lyrics

Drop on the side where the couch at
I ain't gotta talk 'cause I'm 'bout that

OG Bobby Johnson

If there's beef here, nigga where your house at
Only rap with my my trap band
You ain't really gang, just rap that
Put money on your head like a snapback
Get juice, my gun gon' blast that
Clown ass nigga, I just laugh at
Lookin' like a lit on my mask at
Fine about the light, gotta ask that?
Color my hood, where you pass at
You wipe that bitch and I smash that
Money get pulled, best count that
Third shot, you better count that

[Hook]

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hang with Vittis and Shyrock
Drop on the side where the couch at
I ain't gotta talk 'cause I'm 'bout that

OG Bobby Johnson

Come on third street, that's where my boss at
Aim at your head, that's where my cross at
What a nigga did, don't care what it cost him
You ain't talking money, goddamn, you lost me
Pull up high, you drive skeet skeet
Chopper like a bitch going sideways(praaaa)
When nigga die, it wa a Monday(on Monday?)
Should have payed my ass on a Sunday