Kevin Gates - OG Bobby Johnson lyrics

Ayyhh luca Brasi two nigga
Ayyhh i don't get tired

Cocaine whippin', in the Pyrex stiffen
Wrist flickin' with the wisk
I don't get tired!
Hit it with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
Chilling outside in the whip
With the 5th cocked!
Face under my navel, sort of like a table
The bitch doing shit, got my
Dick in a lip lock, rollin!
Aroma from the odor
Kinda potent got me choking
What I'm smoking probably stronger
Than a Hitchcock! (Know it)
Face card worth a couple mil in New Orleans
The Lord know it wasn't from no Hip-Hop!
(On it) we ain't bragging, I ain't laughing
Doing anything to eat big ma got the dawg
Full booming in the East!
Ghetto where we starving
Running through it with the heat
Dirty house full of roaches
Hear them moving when you sleep
My nigga turned bitch, wanna do it
We can beef have a wild out session
Metal chewing through your feet
Jag about to pull up at the Air Mark
Me and Stroke open up a track
It's a landmark! (What up?)
Tall yellow bitch, cut the fan off
Turn into an animal when leaning
On the Zan bars! (Cut up)
Fed up with a nigga, he a hater
Having issues with another nigga winning
Why you mad for? Brick after brick
I ain't talking 'bout the backboard
Alley born, Russian blade
Thugging in the backyard
OG Boobie Black grabbed a mask and a mac!
(Brrrraack)
Matter fact, it'll rip a nigga dashboard!
(Dashboard?) five in the morning when I
Whip around the bottom
In the black Porsche truck
With a stepper right on side me
Pray to God I don't make it
He don't hustle everybody
What, I clutch on what I got a crush on?
Fuck no!

Walk around town I'm a suspect
Me and Gunna steady stomping
Through your Projects
Rest in peace, Killa's gone out the Projects
Boobie Black, wrap the mac on your Project!
OG Boobie Black! OG Boobie Black!
OG Boobie Black! OG Boobie Black!

Soulja Slim reincarnated, lotta niggas hatin'
Got they women doing favors
I don't get tired! Feeling my demeanor
Ain't no ring around her finger
But I swear I've been invited to her fish fry
Beat the pussy from behind
Molly turned her up, contending
No pretending, coming quicker than a zipline
That was in her mind
Then I hit her with a fifth line
Zipper, she gonna get it with her teeth
She unzipped mine nigga!

Walk around town I'm a suspect
Me and Gunna steady stomping
Through your Projects
Rest in peace, Killa's gone out the Projects
Boobie Black, wrap the mac on your Project!
OG Boobie Black! OG Boobie Black!
OG Boobie Black! OG Boobie Black!