OG Bobby Johnson lyrics

[Intro: Boss Krizzy]
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (Krizzy)
Yeah (Kreed)
FBG sh*t
Gang
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
Smokin' OG Kush out of Black Jacks
Young boss n*gga, find me where the cash at
Gettin' to the cheese, no rat traps
Got them snakes off my plane, Samuel L. Jackson (Huh?)
FBG Clout Boyz, b*tch, the team winnin'
I'm on the strong pack-pack, yeah, that green spinach
Make that n*gga lay it down or that TEC spit (Brrat)
Catch a opp lackin', sh*t gon' get hectic
Middle fingers up to the opposition (f*ck 'em)
Clout Boyz, b*tch, we ain't got no competition (f*ck 'em)
I'm a real-ass n*gga, you already know
f*ck a b*tch, pass her 'round, that's a give-and-go (Go)
Word around town Krizzy gettin' dough (Krizzy got the cash)
I'm a smooth-ass n*gga with a killer flow (Uh-huh)
You pillow talkin' to a b*tch, we don't save hoes
Like the NBA, yeah, we like to trade hoes (Trade 'em)
I'm the don of this motherf*ckin' rap sh*t (I'm the don)
Try me, then that motherf*ckin' MAC spit (Uh-huh)
Boss Krizzy, I ain't duckin' no action
I know you heard what my n*gga Billion Black said (Let's get it)
Word around town Krizzy got the nine-piece
I'll get a n*gga straight like a f*ckin' iron crease
Got a bad b*tch with me, yeah, she a dime piece
And it's money on my mind, I don't need a mind reader
[Break: Boss Krizzy & FBG Duck]
Gang (Woo)
Word on the streets, I'm a real n*gga (Too easy, too easy, too easy)
(Ayy, turn up)
Word from me, I'm still a real n*gga
Shout out to the block (Gang-gang)
Word on the streets, I'm that n*gga (Let's get it)
Free the guys (Let's get it)
Word from me, I'm still that n*gga (STL, EBT, woo)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Look, word on the street, I'm up next (Turn up)
A lot of motherf*ckers gon' be upset (Turn up)
'Cause I got all of my chains on (Flex)
You could get shot tryna touch that (Boom)
My shooter Steph Curry, he blowin' that thirty (Boom-boom)
You won't have the chance to bust back (No)
My homie deceased, so what makes you think
We gon' squash the beef? n*gga, f*ck that (Let's get it)
I'm from where they show no love at (St. Lawrence)
The block where you could get mugged at (St. Lawrence)
You tryna play games like a kid (Bah, boo)
'Til Tommy come get you, ain't talkin' 'bout Rugrats (Brrt)
They talk about guns, where them guns at? (Show me)
They say they want beef, man, I love that (True)
Shoot a n*gga so many times (Boom-boom)
Forensics don't know where the slugs at (Boom, boom)
Take a look at me, I'm flexed up (Flexed)
Y'all n*ggas don't look flexed up (No)
I should be the king of this flex stuff (Turn up)
n*ggas hatin' on me 'cause they see I ran my check up (Money)
Take a n*gga b*tch, then f*ck her (f*ck her)
I had to let her know I don't love her (Thotty)
Shawty thought I was gon' cuff her (Dumb b*tch)
Sorry, baby, but I am not a sucker, gang