Fredo Santana - OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Drop on the side where the couch at

I ain't gotta talk 'cause I'm 'bout that

OG Bobby Johnson

If its beef here, nigga where your house at

ion need rap where my trap at 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

Fredo bout that life, gotta ask that?

come to my hood, where you pass at

You wife that bitch and I smashed that

Money get pulled, dont count that

got 30 shots with me,better count that

[Hook]

Word on the street I'm a suspect

Hang with Bds and Chiraq

choppa 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, where my cross at

whoop a nigga dead, don't care what it cost me

You ain't talking money, goddamn, you lost me

Pull up high, in yo driveway choppa let that bitch go sideways

ya nigga died, on a Monday(on Monday?)

Should have payed my ass on a Sunday

Og bobby johnson

sneak diss twitter beef miss,got a 30 got a 40 got a 50 ima pull up on yo block juice these roads coming with me(come on roads)kidnap a nigga now he hisdom got a choppa in the ceiling kill everybody ion need no witness

word on the street ima suspect hanging with Bds in chiraq got the choppa on the side where the couch at ian gotta talk cause im bout that

Og bobby johnson

Thanks to LilDee Smith for correcting these lyrics