OG Bobby Johnson (ATL Remix)-Que/T.I./Jeezy

Wiz Khalifa:] What you smoking, ni**a? I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG God damn - what you smoking, ni**a? I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG, I'm smoking OG Word - pull up on the corner smoking herb Ni**a, you scared So high you talking sh*t, but I don't hear it Hey, hey, wow, church I'm smoking that sh*t from the Earth Riding, no shirt, p**sy a** niggas do your homework Ooh hey, word on the streets, Khalifa's a beast Sh*t, 'bout to go D-Wade, hit 'em with the heat F**k with me, I'm the realest, realest, ni**a, I'm the realest Blowing on killer while I'm listen to Killa Body full of tattoos like a killer Ho, word on the streets that I got these niggas upset All my niggas from the bottom, from the projects I take a b**ch home, give her long dick, that long dick Yes, hit it then I quit it And when I'm in it get the p**sy so wet think I'm 'bout to go swimming God damn Ni**a got cash, talking big cash, ni**a blow kush, talking big bags Niggas still hating on a ni**a, hit the w**d once, do the Wiz laugh Got faded in a mug, god damn I'm tailored up Got - papers in my lungs, got it straight from the plug Got - what you smoking, ni**a? This a whole P, it ain't no seeds But on the real I'mma probably need the whole tree Can't f**k with you acting like the police The way your b**ch pop the p**sy, had to go see It ain't nothing for your girl like ho, please Let you down to do a favor like you owe me Soul Train diamonds dancing in this AP Taylor Gang, p**sy ni**a, you don't know me Droptops with some twins in it Ha, what you doing, boy, I been did it Yeah, roll up, let your friends hit it Ha, around my city, boy, I been did it Man, I can't even lie, y'all don't get high like that In the ride like that with a ride like that Trey pound like that, but it's all in them raps Stop lying to the people acting like you got the pack right now [?] it's how you act a real round Got a ticket on your head, let my homie hit the lotto Big niggas, I don't fight it, see the boom or a bottle Word on the street I'm a suspect Helicopter too now, I'm a subject Face on the news ni**a, for the public Gotta hide at my cousins at the projects Smoking w**d with the Crips in the complex Twisting OG's with the Bloods in the comments Cause only killer they see is green And they're gonna do anything for the commas TGOD, now they wanna call the feds I'm a king smoking all this, all this grass What you smoking on, ni**a? That's a bag full of trash I was in the 9th grade smoking w**d after class Just a tilt door looking like the car on fire This the w**d mix, you gon' need a few lighters You ain't never smoke no f**king KK, ni**a And we don't smoke no motherf**king AK, ni**a Word on the street buy whole one Get good with the plug, you gon' throw one Serve your homie who ain't never gon' say sh*t Chef it up in the face like a shogun