OG Bobby Johnson Freestyle by Slim Goodye Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, Goodye!
Word on the street you already know what it is
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Word on the street is I'm a suspect
In a penthouse but I'm from the projects
Running two bricks in the same day, hit the club turnt up money no object (Damn!)
Rims on the coupe them bitches all set
Couple hundred thousand in my closet
Might see me in a silk shirt with some slacks and some loafers on I be on that ball shit (Bitch I'ma ball)
You wanna trap?
That's cute
I'm hang-gliding in Bermuda
Got a chick that'll call up for brain got her saved in my phone as "My Tutor"
Got shooters watching shooters
Pockets load up like computers
One night a her hitter spit a few times cause her ass a little fatter cause she a little cuter (I'm a dog)
No double cup
No promethazine I'ma lean on the instrumental
I'm in the kitchen whipping up at the White House
Probably with my Rollie'-presidential
Get it high 95 nigga, birds in a rental
Put the tool in your mouth like it's dental
The game got all my niggas strapped up
Like we playing Duck Hunt for Nintendo
Like old milk, all my chicks spoiled
And the clip so long you could pop the hood up while you check the car's oil
Niggas wanna be famous
I just wanna be rich
And if this rap shit don't work I'ma hit my bruhs up and tell them "Send a few bricks," nigga
[Hook]
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
[Outro]
The most important thing in business is honesty
Integrity, hard work, family
Never forgetting where we came from (Thank you sir)
You see, you are what you are in this world
That's one of two things: you're either somebody, or you're nobody
Be right back
Yeah, Goodye!
Word on the street you already know what it is
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Word on the street is I'm a suspect
In a penthouse but I'm from the projects
Running two bricks in the same day, hit the club turnt up money no object (Damn!)
Rims on the coupe them bitches all set
Couple hundred thousand in my closet
Might see me in a silk shirt with some slacks and some loafers on I be on that ball shit (Bitch I'ma ball)
You wanna trap?
That's cute
I'm hang-gliding in Bermuda
Got a chick that'll call up for brain got her saved in my phone as "My Tutor"
Got shooters watching shooters
Pockets load up like computers
One night a her hitter spit a few times cause her ass a little fatter cause she a little cuter (I'm a dog)
No double cup
No promethazine I'ma lean on the instrumental
I'm in the kitchen whipping up at the White House
Probably with my Rollie'-presidential
Get it high 95 nigga, birds in a rental
Put the tool in your mouth like it's dental
The game got all my niggas strapped up
Like we playing Duck Hunt for Nintendo
Like old milk, all my chicks spoiled
And the clip so long you could pop the hood up while you check the car's oil
Niggas wanna be famous
I just wanna be rich
And if this rap shit don't work I'ma hit my bruhs up and tell them "Send a few bricks," nigga
[Hook]
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet
Catch a nigga slipping from behind
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
[Outro]
The most important thing in business is honesty
Integrity, hard work, family
Never forgetting where we came from (Thank you sir)
You see, you are what you are in this world
That's one of two things: you're either somebody, or you're nobody
Be right back