Team 600 - OG Bobby Johnson Freestyle lyrics

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Team 600 - OG Bobby Johnson Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: RondoNumbaNine] Word on the street Rondo going crazy In traffic gone off a f**ing lazy I ain't trying to hear sh** b**h it's f** you pay me If I see a opp I'ma f**ing put him on the pavement Call me NumbaNine or Rondo baby I be going crazy I'm Chi famous I will pull up on a n***a Up a couple Glocks with a couple 30 shots make a n***a Diddy bop D.Rose home so lets turn up I was cooling out with Cdai smoking blunts If you try to try me I'll leave you stanking skunk b**h I'm on the money hunt Because I need a lot of stuff Word on the streets is Rondo knuckle up (I don't knuckle up) Catch a n***a lacking and I'ma f** it up [Bridge: RondoNumbaNine] Edai! Lets go crazy n***a Word on the street we up next Matter fact, we up now! Squa-squad! RIP L'A! CDAI, Lets get it! [Verse 2: Edai] Smokin' on the Tooka like it's hookah 50 in the tank plus a cooler n***a I ain't chasin' no hoes in the street n***a I'm just lookin' for the mula Where I'm from? Tay600 always upping Rugers Pop a lot of pills got a n***a feeling zooted I don't got to ask, you don't want war, do you? Word on the street, I'm a suspect Homicide left a lil' n***a's mama upset Rondo got a rocket, don't make us have to up that b**h we at the top, it feel good to be up there n***a in your city, show me love when I'm up there Young rich n***a, hoes love when I'm up there Red tape verywhere, 22 dumped there Everybody k**in', n***a ain't no f**in' love here Six-O, drinkin' orange juice off a pill, let me roll Stop sneak dissin', p**y n***a, let us know Droppin' Six-O Lil' Booka take his soul Coolin' in the O, everybody got a pole Aiki on the way, everybody got to go See a f**in' opp, everybody got to blow, Six-O LET'S GET IT! AYE CDAI TURN UP ! TURN UP ON THESE fu*k ni**aS ! LET'S GET IT! [Verse 3: Cdai] Run up on his a** with the mop stick I ain't playin' with his a**, I'ma drop him quick Then bail out, can't tell now Shoot a n***a, look, now they want to tell now Bullets float like boats, make 'em sail out f**in' on this thot, make her yell out When she done s**in' dick, she gotta bail out, dumb thot Yeawe in this b**h, yeah we in this b**h Run up on a n***a a**, untuck the semi quick Better dip, better get low, better get low .40 on my hip, I'ma let that b**h blow, BOOM! ShoutOut EBK Them Lil Moes, them my bros with 'em every day Man Tay my bro, he gon' let it spray Can't forget Fivestar ridin' with the K, RRRAHHH! Lay your a** down, back in the van, back to the town Dot on his nose, treat him like a clown Smokin' on loud, DOPE b*tch! On Loud

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