[Intro: Aaron Connor]
And I promise I'll hardly see ya
From where I am so hard to see ya
I got money I've been different ever since haha aye

[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo bitch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson

[Verse 1: Aaron Connor]
I got Captain Crunch
I got Frosted Flakes
Everyday getting paid
I be in different states
If I see you anywhere I'll take flight
I don't give a fuck about the cops
They the ones who corrupt
Taking inncocent lives away
I just wanna flex wearing Bape with my n***a Zay
Ridin' round town, ridin' round town
Beat her guts up yeah, I lay it down
Facts on top of facts
You a lame ass doggy
You a lame ass fag
Alyx Studios with the swag
Vlone, bitch go home
Vlone, bitch go home
Alyx Studios with the swag
Yeah yeah
Alyx Studios with the swag
[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo bitch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson

[Verse 2: Zay]
(OG 600 Johnson, OG 600 Johnson, OG 600 Johnson
Zay Stunna n***a, Zay Stunna n***a)
OG 600 Johnson
Zay fucking Stunna shoot shit like Thompson
Tell me, young n***a do you really want a problem?
Pull up with my goons, on my momma we'll solve em'
Like Spalding, we ballin' I don't know about you
Bitches breaking necks when I pull up with crew
Young Bob The Builder way I stay with the tool
N***a know I'm that dude, keep her wetter than a pool
Don't play me for a fool, cause I'm not the one or the 2
Got a gun that'll shoot
Think it's fun, bro it's cool
Yo bitch give me brain like I'm sitting at school
Outside n***a don't stick to the rules
No playin' bitch I been jumped off the porch
Said he wanted beef, so I told him "grab a fork"
She chose on a n***a cause she said he was a dork
Middle fingers to the pigs so I
Don't fuck with pork
And If you really want, let's get it crackin' like the 4th
Hard in the streets but he snitchin' up the court
All my n***as pop shit like a cork
N***a choose a side, swear it ain't no back in forth
Swear you n***as ain't gassin' in the booth right
All a n***a really chasin' is the blue stripes
If I call you bro, Cuh that means we glued tight
All my n***as eating so you know the food right
[Chorus: Aaron Connor]
You wanna be something you not
Come over my block you get shot
You say you got killers, where they at?
Drop top where yo bitch at?
Pull up with the pack
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson
OG 600 Johnson