[Intro: Que]
There's a God in you
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
'Tato on the barrel, keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson

[Verse 1]
Ayy, hit him on the pager, we comin' through stuntin'
Gold in my mouth and you suckers be bluffin'
Lil Crank gaming up your bitch though (Your bitch though)
Catch me in the back playing Super Nintendo
Diamonds on my wrist, n***a, fuck what you think (What?)
Big check, big check, headed to the bank (Cha-ching)
Swimming through the seven seas, rolling up that dank dope
Sipping on the sake, getting dome by some bad ho (Bad ho)
Rolling on that doja, keeping my composure
Fuck what they told ya (Uh-huh)
Backwood full of kush, cup full of codeine
Pop another Xan', got me feelin' like a dream
Sailor Moon shawty all on my dick
Hit him with a bullet, got a n***a doing backflips
If a n***a come quick, then I gotta slice shit
Whipping out the blade, my n***a, it's all over with
[Bridge: Que]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
'Tato on the barrel, keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson

[Verse 2]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect (Suspect)
Hanging with the killers in the projects (In the projects)
'Tato in the barrel, keep quiet (Keep quiet)
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (From behind)
O.G. Young Ramirez (Uh-huh, Ramirez)
Fucking with your bitch, leave the ho so delirious
When you see me in the cut, the shit is getting serious
All you busta motherfuckers really gon' be feeling this

[Outro: Que]
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
'Tato on the barrel, keep quiet
Catch a n***a slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson
O.G. Bobby Johnson