Og Bobby Johnson (freestyle) Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Ayyhh.. Luca Brasi two nigga.. 

Ayyhh.. I don't get tired 

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] 

Cocaine whippin', in the Pyrex stiffen. 

Wrist flickin' with the wisk, I don't get tired! 

Hit it with the ice, when the (crrrck) it'll quick drop 

Passed by the trap, that's wassam, you can get by! Retarded! 

Stripper getting money by the ziplock 

Chilling outside in the whip with the 5th cocked! 

Face under my navel, sort of like a table 

The bitch doing shit, got my dick in a lip lock, rollin! 

Aroma from the odor, kinda potent got me choking 

What I'm smoking probably stronger than a Hitchcock! (Know it.) 

Face card worth a couple mil in New Orleans 

The Lord know it wasn't from no Hip-Hop! (On it.) 

We aint bragging, I aint laughing, doing anything to eat 

Big ma got the dawg, full booming in the East! 

Ghetto where we starving, running through it with the heat 

Dirty house full of roaches, hear them moving when you sleep. 

My nigga turned bitch, wanna do it, we can beef 

Have a wild out session, metal chewing through your feet. 

Jag about to pull up at the Air Mark 

Me and Stroke open up a track, it's a landmark! (What up?) 

Tall yellow bitch, cut the fan off 

Turn into an animal when leaning on the Zan bars! (Cut up.) 

Fed up with a nigga, he a hater, having issues with another nigga winning 

Why you mad for? 

Brick after brick, I aint talking 'bout the backboard 

Alley born, Russian blade, thugging in the backyard 

OG Boobie Black grabbed a mask and a mac! (Brrrraack!) 

Matter fact, it'll rip a nigga dashboard! (Dashboard?) 

Five in the morning when I whip around the bottom 

In the black Porsche truck, with a stepper right on side me 

Pray to God I don't make it, he don't hustle everybody 

What, I clutch on what I got a crush on? 

Fuck no! 

[Hook: Kevin Gates] (x2) 

Walk around town I'm a suspect 

Me and Gunna steady stomping through your Projects 

Rest in peace, Killa's gone out the Projects 

Boobie Black, wrap the mac on your Project! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates] 

Soulja Slim reincarnated, lotta niggas hatin' 

Got they women doing favors, I don't get tired! 

Feeling my demeanor, aint no ring around her finger 

But I swear I've been invited to her fish fry 

Beat the pussy from behind, my lil tender a contender 

No pretending, coming quicker than a zipline 

That was in the mind, then I hit her with a pimp line 

Zipper, she gonna get it with her teeth 

She unzipped mine nigga! 

[Hook: Kevin Gates] (x2) 

Walk around town I'm a suspect 

Me and Gunna steady stomping through your Projects 

Rest in peace, Killa's gone out the Projects 

Boobie Black, wrap the mac on your Project! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

OG Boobie Black! 

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