boss krizzy & fbg duck – 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 k!ller 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
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