QUE. — OG Bobby Johnson Rich Gang Remix

[Verse 1: Tyga] Word on the streets I got gold bricks Put king gold chains on yo' bitch Let her cry for me, that's Hootie in a blow fish She gone blow dick til' she pop how many licks (Ow!) Blow this popsicle stand quick Insane nigga getting bent in a Bentley Hot-head trigger nigga don't tempt me Make that ass shake like a Wendy's fosty, frostbit In the Middle East Jebediah I'm the Great Alexander Empire Bubba Gump, put shrimp on your Donna Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion, Tyga Not to be fucked with, tyrant On the highest level, top of Mount Zion She say she never fucked me then she lying Team so strong could've been the menace or the viking, fuck it Two tears nigga in the bucket You don't like me, and bitch I love it Living life like it's Golden State Nuggets Stephen Curry, got 30 in the luggage Thot ass bitch you'll never get a lover Timbuktu, reincarnated King Musa Talk abouta Medusa? These niggas just users You ain't even do shit I'm the co-co-coolest, T-Ruler Sharp shooter, Red Ruger Not human, Lex Luther, super muntant Still grooving, still chrome, still ruthless Translucent, Raw still is the best to do this Raw ain't gotta prove shit, the proof's in the bank bitch Do this shit for my kid's kids [?] Docle, you don't even know what that is nigga [Hook: Que] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! O.G. Bobby Johnson! [Verse 2: Que] Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak Choppa start bustin' make the house shake Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans) Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it Clip so long I could lean on it Free my niggas locked behind bars Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it) Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (boom) [Hook] [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Hanging with the shooters known to buss techs You don't get my hitters upset Have that chopper sounding like we playing dubstep OG Millzy Johnson, OG Millzy Johnson Got years in this shit, no fronting Sneak dissin' just pray we never run in Real nigga Saturday to Friday Doin' 110 on the highway Halfway closed my eyes lay Higher than the nigga that live in [?] Everybody's competition and I'm tryna violate Any motherfucker that's in my way Nigga try me ima show him how I play How that 9 play and that 45 play Straight up we'll leave a nigga sideways And if he don't believe in God I hope his mom pray Old nigga try to play me like Nothing I can do I'm like Carlo Young old nigga tryna make my money dilate Serving dick to your girl to that new Beyonce She swallow Millz in the morning like a latte And them young shooters all do what I say Word on the street I'm a suspect Hanging with the shooters known to buss techs You don't wanna get my hitters upset Have them choppers sounding like we playing dubstep [Hook]