[Verse 1 - Trae Tha Truth]
All black whip but the flow kick
I'm the King of the streets, what you know b**h
If you say I ain't the King, you don't know sh**
Yeah n***a, other n***as doing ho sh**
Greenlight everybody on go b**h
b**h in the backseat tryna blow sh**
But I'm on some mo sh**, run up in yo door sh**
Tryna get this money, everybody on they floor sh**
I'm on the ?, strapped like John Wayne
Then put a price on your head for a little change
I can bomb a n***a block with a little aim
Bout to Dedicate a 5 like Lil Wayne
I'm on that OG Bobby Johnson sh**
In a drop ?, I'd done lost my sh**
n***as say you on, like a bunch of bright lights
My n***as tryna off ya sh**
I burn a b**h up, no propane
Put fire on they a** like little flames
I got this b**h locked down, no chains
And let the people come and get this n***a, no names
6 rings on like MJ, I'ma tense these n***as like sensei
sh** if you ask me, n***as been gay
You wanna get famous n***a say Trae
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Ok, we started catching felonies in Bankhead
Riding through the hood in a hot box
Its ‘96, n I swear I had a trap house
Every day cut school to sell crack rock
I gotta pistol in the pocket and a bank roll
Anybody try me I'ma let the thang go, bust it
I put a whole clip where ya Kangol, cousin
And Yo Homie don't like it but he can't do nothing
Came through busting, And respect that
You violated mandatory n***a, bet that
Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push ya Wig back
Now the undercover askin people if we did that
They came with the OG's hanging, OZ's slanging
Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
You run up on me wrong the .44 be bangin
Meet you at the Crossroad where they don't be sanging
[Hook - Que]
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the k**ers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
[Verse 3 - Que]
Hundred bands on your head get the job done
Throw it up throw it up n***a where ya from
Whole hood hot cause ya n***a hittin' licks
Ain't made a mil yet but it's still n***a rich
Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up)
How ya want it n***a? Full or the semi
Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag
Young n***a wildin', throwin' up flags
Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom)
Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king)
Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook em up)
n***a hit it with the fork (hit it)
[Hook]
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the k**ers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!