Los – OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) Lyrics

Los - OG Bobby Johnson (Freestyle) Lyrics

Check out the lyrics to Los‘ latest remix, OG Bobby Johnson. This track will most likely not be on the upcoming King Los mixtape, Zero Gravity II. Swagga Boy Los has stated that the first single will be dropping tomorrow as I recently posted, so be sure to tune in then. Listen, download and view the lyrics to OG Bobby Johnson by Los after the jump.

Los – OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) Lyrics:

[Los]
Ugh
King
Zero
Yo word on the street I’ll black on ‘em all
And go (Gun Shot) if they ever get my back on the wall
Like my niggas on the corner i should dash from them law
Because I’m just like Gema
I got crack by the ball
Get it, I said crack by the ball
Got the game in the yolk, got rap by the balls
Got you Dame in the yolk
Got to rap about my bars
Tell her rap about my bars
It’s a wrap I’m a boss
Put her arm out
This is the mission to take the bread shooter leg off
Ain’t like Mr. Potato Head
And you ain’t seen a brother with his paint peanut butter
And the mother fucking guts in the whip is potato bread
Hold up
Jelly ass niggas don’t approach me homie
You know i keep that mother fucking toaster on me
If yiou lunch i ain’t even gotta shit to casket
I bury yo ass in a picnic basket
Chil
Fuck is you mean
We ducking them suckers come fuck with true king
My bucket too clean
It’s Gucci
I’m Gucci
And Gucci just picked up a couple new things
Still got my chopper from the O-Block Dog
Talk about my business get yo nose chopped off
26 on the bitches with the doors chopped off
In the Chevy same color as the [?]
Lord
I’m just chatting with my peers
If my rap was an app I’d snap and disappear
King
I’m a sick sick cat
You say my flow don’t shoot well let me breach this gat
It be a photo shoot how this (coking of gun)snap
And give you all head shots when i grip this mack
I give one of these niggas they issue smacked
I bitch you, then tell you “bitch you whack”
And put so many mother fucking shot in your frame
That doc will have to PicStich you back
King
You lame still breathing
Y’all still doing shit with no shame no reason
Here’s a real nigga rule
No fame no reaching
You don’t own your house, you can’t claim no region
Watch what you bring over here
You checkers I’m chess
That’s kings over squares
Yea I see the same shit giants see
Bunch a little mother fuckers acting like i ain’t me
Oh the irony fuck niggas trying me
Better luck trying to fuck siamese Porcupine
Told these niggas 40 times
Lights out 49er, 49 birds
Nigga where you come from Baltimore
Fuck all of y’all, wall to wall
Danger everywhere you go this what you call a war
Walking to the store get a nigga charge
Trigga sparks, shit get dark so I’m illusion as a cartoon
Yea this an art form
Just a form of art with my heart poring out
I embark on better come by
Hard to walk on
Fuck is y’all doing while the laws on my balls
Get my floss on
Floor seats on the same shit my fucking Porsche on
Wood grain get some good brain
Fuck a Porsche need the whole thing
Nigga because half won’t do
Frontrunner do shit niggas in the back won’t do
And the bag won’t do for my bitch
It ain’t a regular fucking bitch
Throw it on a nigga [?]
You ain’t working, It ain’t working out between us
You just lurking, You ain’t working out the Prius
Like its yours, you deserve it, you ain’t even out the hood
You just worthless,You just nervous
Where the nigga pippin bottles huh?
Lot of whips lot of figures lot of models huh
Lot of niggas model dick shit after mine
Lot of niggas try to date a model chick after mine
King
Minding my business make a mother fucker hurt you
Put the weed and blow a mother fucking circle
Thats a zero!

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