Fredo Santana - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hanging with BDs in Chiraq Chopper on the side where the couch at I ain't gotta talk cause I'm 'bout that OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson [Verse 1] If it's beef then n***a where your house at? I don't need rap, where my trap at? You ain't really game, you just rap that Put money on your head like a snapback Give Juice my gun, gone blast that Clown-a** n***a I just laugh at Looking like a lick, where my mask at? "Fredo 'bout that life?" You gotta ask that? Come to my hood, where your pa** at? You wifed that b**h and I smashed that? Money good, plug don't count that Got 30 shots with me, better count that [Hook] [Verse 2] Come on Front Street, that's where I boss at Aim at your head where my cross at Whoop a n***a dead, don't care what it cost me You ain't talking money, goddamn, you lost me Pull up high in your driveway Chopper, let that b**h go sideways The n***a died on a Monday Should have paid my a** on a Sunday Shoot a n***a like a runway Got the beam on the 30, can't run away Chopper get to spraying, n***a, andale I'm a k** his a**, that's what folk say [Hook] [Verse 3] Sneak diss Twitter beef miss me Got a 30, got a 40, got a 50 I'm a pull up on your block Juice, D-Rose coming with me Kidnap a n***a, now he history k** everybody, don't leave no witness Got a chopper and a semi Dare a n***a think I'm pretending (On Dave) [Hook]