OG Bobby Johnson Freestyle by Rembrandt Lyrics
Fuck all ya'll, look how I do ya'll niggas
No Child Left Behind when I school ya'll niggas
You boys tryna press your luck; I'm hoping for a whammy, though
Two bitches eating each other out, I still ain't won a Grammy, though
No Deal, no deal, still can't believe I got no deal
While they hyping yo' ass up; making a mountain out of a molehill
But I lie to your bitch while I lie with yo bitch
And your girlfriend's friends all eyez on me when I fire my shit
And the cool thing is, man, they listen to Britney Spears before they go and hit a lick
Now that money got her over doing lines in the party
Now she coked up dancing like she Grimes in the party
And you niggas in the street, but you can't sell shit
I'm over here standing like sell me this pen
So I guess you destined to be a bitch like Eddie Mcdowd
We playing games above your ass, like we ain't know Hoffa was buried underground
And I'm over here tryna be the best man I can be
So it's either Scarface or The Wolf of Wall Street for me, shit
But fuck that, I want my deal, somebody tell these labels what's up
Before I walk in like I made it, boy, I'm Shia LaBeouf
And I love the fact that all these teenage celebrities are a fucking wreck
So I can put my niggas on, like, yeah, girl, I know the best connect
I'm a fucking shame, huh?
Ain't a fucking thing, bruh
And me and these niggas don't mesh
Swear to god, we don't even see eye to eye, I'm sure
Put a bag on your favorite instagram whore's head, like, bruh, she ain't even famous anymore
No Child Left Behind when I school ya'll niggas
You boys tryna press your luck; I'm hoping for a whammy, though
Two bitches eating each other out, I still ain't won a Grammy, though
No Deal, no deal, still can't believe I got no deal
While they hyping yo' ass up; making a mountain out of a molehill
But I lie to your bitch while I lie with yo bitch
And your girlfriend's friends all eyez on me when I fire my shit
And the cool thing is, man, they listen to Britney Spears before they go and hit a lick
Now that money got her over doing lines in the party
Now she coked up dancing like she Grimes in the party
And you niggas in the street, but you can't sell shit
I'm over here standing like sell me this pen
So I guess you destined to be a bitch like Eddie Mcdowd
We playing games above your ass, like we ain't know Hoffa was buried underground
And I'm over here tryna be the best man I can be
So it's either Scarface or The Wolf of Wall Street for me, shit
But fuck that, I want my deal, somebody tell these labels what's up
Before I walk in like I made it, boy, I'm Shia LaBeouf
And I love the fact that all these teenage celebrities are a fucking wreck
So I can put my niggas on, like, yeah, girl, I know the best connect
I'm a fucking shame, huh?
Ain't a fucking thing, bruh
And me and these niggas don't mesh
Swear to god, we don't even see eye to eye, I'm sure
Put a bag on your favorite instagram whore's head, like, bruh, she ain't even famous anymore