OG Bobby Johnson Remix

[Verse]
Fuck a word around town, my niggas whacking shit
They say we the reason bodies on the news clips
Cops ask us questions, we don't even tell 'em shit
Shoutout to them niggas who I'm thugging with
How these niggas say they real when they ain't real?
How you niggas doing drills when you don't drill?
Fuck a opp bitch, you know how my block rock
Die L's and woofing goofy man it don't stop
We be posted on the 'well, got it sold up
And we ain't worried bout nun, bitch we poled up
And if a car looking funny how it roll up
Them .45 bullets rip a nigga doors up
I ain't fucking round with these goofy ass niggas
Free my hitters out the can, they'll blam nigga
I got my homie matching city on speed dial
For me that nigga gon' blow, go 100 miles
And my nigga Bang, he'll let that bitch bang
You better duck boy, or you wanna get changed
I done lost some real niggas in my fucking gang
That's why I'm out here busting pipes for my niggas names
I can't change on my niggas, I'mma stay the same
In my eyes we on top, I ain't switching lanes
Everything a nigga do I do it for the gang
I'm just tryna get this money you can keep the fame
But on the real, only fuck with some real niggas
Goofy ass nigga boy I can't deal witcha
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't tryna chill witcha
You niggas bitches in my eyes to keep it real with you
And young niggas gonna blow, they'll deal with you
Run up on you pull the trigger let the steel hit you
What up Spazz, what up bro, you know I'm fucking with you
And if you blow then I'mma blow then we gone both kill 'em
Then I'm back on the 'well, smoking on an L, I be high as hell
Nigga you can't tell how I'm killing this shit?
You niggas rap about it but I'm living this shit
I be in the streets where niggas getting killed
A nigga run up on me I'mma hit him with the fifth
Just another bodybag the morgue gotta zip
I be on the pole where it's cold, you get froze
With them hollow tips, bullets hot like a stove
Run up on your clique and make your biggest nigga fold
Choppa get to clapping like the end of a show
Send his eyes to the skies, sorry God, he had to go
I'm Fuck Howard Street since they took my little bro
This rap shit ain't nothing I just talk what I know
These rap niggas tough and in the streets they a hoe
Say my niggas lacking bitch, when you see us then blow!
I catch a nigga lacking on my bro I'mma score
I leave it in the streets so what the net woofing for?
To me these niggas working with the law on the low
Slide on your block and do a hit and get ghost
Then I'm back on the block talking shit smoking dope
Shoutout to the gang who I do this shit for
BIP the guys who we all missing though, FTO. Let's get it!