Jarren Benton, Elz Jenkins - OJ lyrics

Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t
Play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week
Been out of my grind (PUT ME ON)
So high in the sky
So bright like a diamond would shine
(SHININ’ HO)
Fall up in the beat turned up with
Nothin’ but the money on my mind
OJ, ride around the hood like OJ
Sippin on gin and OJ
Blow a whole O of that OJ
On the white girl like OJ
All my nigga locked up like OJ
Killin’ everything like OJ
My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay

Guess who’s peepin’ on your window
With an automatic laser gun
Aimin’ at your temple word to my kin folk
Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked
Up game from an oldschool Nintendo
Bitch, I been sick since an embryo
Yup ho I finna’ blow
How the hell these body parts
End up in this envelope
I had a couple meetings with
Def Jam and Interscope
My hopes got shot down I thought
That I was in the do' back to reality
Now I’m on top like nigga fuck gravity
You mad at me I fill a
Gym sock up with batteries
I beat ‘em in the fuckin’ head
That’s a fatality
Fuck you and a random whore
By the name of Natalie
You niggas couldn’t shake me
Move me or rattle me baby, I’m an animal
You don’t wanna battle me
I can dance with the devil
Inside of a ball room
Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume
Pop a Valium
In a bathroom with a crack whore
And write about it on my brand new album
Niggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ Talcum
Waitin’ by the window with a gun like Malcolm
X, money, cars, whores, sex
Blades, knives, pumps, techs

Trap boom with my trap bum
Turn the bread, this kinda scary
4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs
Mariah Carey like hold up, jog
Motherfuck what these haters sayin’
Nigga, hold up, jog
Money ‘round the clock like I’m Flavor Flav
Niggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard
They too soft to sell soft
Y’all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly
Don’t fuck with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped
Talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet
And his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga abstract
Nigga talk drug but I made that bread
Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread
Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead
When I see your bitch bet I get that head
Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie
When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey
We’ll crash your crib and
We’ll snatch your kids
Me and Jarren Benton so Kony

Killin’ everything like OJ
Dick in the mouth like Colgate
I don’t fuck with them boys, they so gay
Trigger down them whores, no way
PBR baby, fuck Rosay
I’m on a big geek like 4 days
Who the fuck scared of you
I bury you, we got the Theraflu
I told you niggas I ain’t okay
Cheers to a New Year whores say he too weird
Chug a whole keg, fuck two beers
You ain’t from the A, sucka nigga
Just move here nigga fuck high, I’m nuclear
Act a fool here, so turned up
Lock green and turn up
If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us
When it’s spring, summer time i’m a fucker
Get a fireproof suit cause that burn up