OG 600 Johnson lyrics

[Intro: Aaron Connor]
And I promise I'll hardly see ya
From where I am so hard to see ya
I got money I've been different ever since haha aye

[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo b*tch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson

[Verse 1: Aaron Connor]
I got Captain Crunch
I got Frosted Flakes
Everyday getting paid
I be in different states
If I see you anywhere I'll take flight
I don't give a f*ck about the cops
They the ones who corrupt
Taking inncocent lives away
I just wanna flex wearing Bape with my n*gga Zay
Ridin' round town, ridin' round town
Beat her guts up yeah, I lay it down
Facts on top of facts
You a lame ass doggy
You a lame ass fag
Alyx Studios with the swag
Vlone, b*tch go home
Vlone, b*tch go home
Alyx Studios with the swag
Yeah yeah
Alyx Studios with the swag
[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo b*tch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson

[Verse 2: Zay]
(OG 600 Johnson, OG 600 Johnson, OG 600 Johnson
Zay Stunna n*gga, Zay Stunna n*gga)
OG 600 Johnson
Zay f*cking Stunna shoot sh*t like Thompson
Tell me, young n*gga do you really want a problem?
Pull up with my goons, on my momma we'll solve em'
Like Spalding, we ballin' I don't know about you
b*tches breaking necks when I pull up with crew
Young Bob The Builder way I stay with the tool
n*gga know I'm that dude, keep her wetter than a pool
Don't play me for a fool, cause I'm not the one or the 2
Got a gun that'll shoot
Think it's fun, bro it's cool
Yo b*tch give me brain like I'm sitting at school
Outside n*gga don't stick to the rules
No playin' b*tch I been jumped off the porch
Said he wanted beef, so I told him "grab a fork"
She chose on a n*gga cause she said he was a dork
Middle fingers to the pigs so I
Don't f*ck with pork
And If you really want, let's get it crackin' like the 4th
Hard in the streets but he snitchin' up the court
All my n*ggas pop sh*t like a cork
n*gga choose a side, swear it ain't no back in forth
Swear you n*ggas ain't gassin' in the booth right
All a n*gga really chasin' is the blue stripes
If I call you bro, Cuh that means we glued tight
All my n*ggas eating so you know the food right
[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo b*tch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson