Go Bobby Johnson
Word on the street Rondo going crazy
In traffic gone off a fucking lazy
I ain't trying to hear shit bitch it's fuck you pay me
If I see a opp I'ma fucking put him on the pavement
Call me NumbaNine or Rondo baby
I be going crazy I'm Chi famous
I will pull up on a nigga
Up a couple Glocks with a couple 30 shots make a nigga Diddy bop
D.Rose home so lets turn up
I was cooling out with Cdai smoking blunts
If you try to try me I'll leave you stanking skunk
Bitch I'm on the money hunt
Because I need a lot of stuff
Word on the streets is Rondo knuckle up (I don't knuckle up)
Catch a nigga lacking and I'ma fuck it up
Edai!
Lets go crazy nigga
Word on the street we up next
Matter fact, we up now!
Squa-squad! RIP L'A! CDAI, Lets get it!
Smokin' on the Tooka like it's hookah
50 in the tank plus a cooler
Nigga I ain't chasin' no hoes in the street
Nigga I'm just lookin' for the mula
Where I'm from? Tay600 always upping Rugers
Pop a lot of pills got a nigga feeling zooted
I don't got to ask, you don't want war, do you?
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Homicide left a lil' nigga's mama upset
Rondo got a rocket, don't make us have to up that
Bitch we at the top, it feel good to be up there
Nigga in your city, show me love when I'm up there
Young rich nigga, hoes love when I'm up there
Red tape verywhere, 22 dumped there
Everybody killin', nigga ain't no fuckin' love here
Six-O, drinkin' orange juice off a pill, let me roll
Stop sneak dissin', pussy nigga, let us know
Droppin' Six-O Lil' Booka take his soul
Coolin' in the O, everybody got a pole
Aiki on the way, everybody got to go
See a fuckin' opp, everybody got to blow, Six-O
LET'S GET IT! AYE CDAI TURN UP! TURN UP ON THESE FUCK NIGGAS! LET'S GET IT!
Run up on his ass with the mop stick
I ain't playin' with his ass, I'ma drop him quick
Then bail out, can't tell now
Shoot a nigga, look, now they want to tell now
Bullets float like boats, make 'em sail out
Fuckin' on this thot, make her yell out
When she done suckin' dick, she gotta bail out, dumb thot
Yeawe in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
Run up on a nigga ass, untuck the semi quick
Better dip, better get low, better get low
.40 on my hip, I'ma let that bitch blow, BOOM!
ShoutOut EBK
Them Lil Moes, them my bros with 'em every day
Man Tay my bro, he gon' let it spray
Can't forget Fivestar ridin' with the K, RRRAHHH!
Lay your ass down, back in the van, back to the town
Dot on his nose, treat him like a clown
Smokin' on loud, DOPE BITCH! On Loud
In traffic gone off a fucking lazy
I ain't trying to hear shit bitch it's fuck you pay me
If I see a opp I'ma fucking put him on the pavement
Call me NumbaNine or Rondo baby
I be going crazy I'm Chi famous
I will pull up on a nigga
Up a couple Glocks with a couple 30 shots make a nigga Diddy bop
D.Rose home so lets turn up
I was cooling out with Cdai smoking blunts
If you try to try me I'll leave you stanking skunk
Bitch I'm on the money hunt
Because I need a lot of stuff
Word on the streets is Rondo knuckle up (I don't knuckle up)
Catch a nigga lacking and I'ma fuck it up
Edai!
Lets go crazy nigga
Word on the street we up next
Matter fact, we up now!
Squa-squad! RIP L'A! CDAI, Lets get it!
Smokin' on the Tooka like it's hookah
50 in the tank plus a cooler
Nigga I ain't chasin' no hoes in the street
Nigga I'm just lookin' for the mula
Where I'm from? Tay600 always upping Rugers
Pop a lot of pills got a nigga feeling zooted
I don't got to ask, you don't want war, do you?
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Homicide left a lil' nigga's mama upset
Rondo got a rocket, don't make us have to up that
Bitch we at the top, it feel good to be up there
Nigga in your city, show me love when I'm up there
Young rich nigga, hoes love when I'm up there
Red tape verywhere, 22 dumped there
Everybody killin', nigga ain't no fuckin' love here
Six-O, drinkin' orange juice off a pill, let me roll
Stop sneak dissin', pussy nigga, let us know
Droppin' Six-O Lil' Booka take his soul
Coolin' in the O, everybody got a pole
Aiki on the way, everybody got to go
See a fuckin' opp, everybody got to blow, Six-O
LET'S GET IT! AYE CDAI TURN UP! TURN UP ON THESE FUCK NIGGAS! LET'S GET IT!
Run up on his ass with the mop stick
I ain't playin' with his ass, I'ma drop him quick
Then bail out, can't tell now
Shoot a nigga, look, now they want to tell now
Bullets float like boats, make 'em sail out
Fuckin' on this thot, make her yell out
When she done suckin' dick, she gotta bail out, dumb thot
Yeawe in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
Run up on a nigga ass, untuck the semi quick
Better dip, better get low, better get low
.40 on my hip, I'ma let that bitch blow, BOOM!
ShoutOut EBK
Them Lil Moes, them my bros with 'em every day
Man Tay my bro, he gon' let it spray
Can't forget Fivestar ridin' with the K, RRRAHHH!
Lay your ass down, back in the van, back to the town
Dot on his nose, treat him like a clown
Smokin' on loud, DOPE BITCH! On Loud
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Writer(s): Adrian Bruesch, Quintin Square
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