Lyrics:
phone, said I need it by the mental tone, yeah, yeah
I'll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred
Bobby Johnson!
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak (Wipe 'em out!)
Choppa start bustin' make the house shake (Craaa)
Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake
salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
Oh! New syl la la-bles, eat ball
You fuck-offs your house, your bitch
I'm getting sucked off
East, South,
another brother
Dead and gone
I wake up broke didn't have no bread
Kicked this bitch up out my bed
She asked me what to do I said
Cash that check between
this murder army and
Be all you can be (Ride out)
Time to ride, motherfucker, it's over!
Throw the hoodies up, jump in the black Rovеr
Throwin' fists,
to prove, nothin' to lose, bih wamme bustin' 'em moves
Been there, seen it, done that
Outta thin air green lit, run that
Holly smokin' blowin o's out they
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
We bustin' out of your speaker (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah,
June is bustin' out all over
All over the meader and the hill
Flowers bustin' out on bushes
And the roughen river pushes
Ev'ry little wheel
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
to the screams, you hear them sirens
Killers bustin' shots and wilin'
Body bags, you know we supply 'em
We rydin'! We violent!
Go on and point 'em out, need
scuffle (Don't really wanna scuffle)
Nobody bustin' it like us tho (Mhmm, Yeah)
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle
I'm making money by the busload
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
Bustin' up on a cloud, shout out loud
You're the one for me
With your love by my side
The world will be mine
You're the one for me
Bustin' up
daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
(boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make
and grab her by the gills!
June is bustin' out all over!
The sheep aren't sleepin' any more
All the rams that chase ewe sheep
Are determined there'll
Countin' up, like ain't shit to do
Look at my ice, look at my jewels
I'm bustin' juugs, I stick and move
And do my dance, like Victor Cruz
I'm
take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why?
take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why?
We started out with Nothing
Turned it into Something
Everything I got
I swear that shit there came from Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had
(boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make
(boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make the house
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