OJ (feat. Elz Jenkins)

Don't fuck with that boy, don't play with that boy, he's out of his mind

24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)

So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININ' HO!)

Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin' but the money on my mind

OJ, ride around the hood like OJ

Sippin on gin and OJ

Blow a whole O of that OJ

On the white girl like OJ

All my nigga locked up like OJ

Killin' everything like OJ

My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay

Guess who's peepin' on your window

With an automatic laser gun aimin' at your temple

Word to my kin folk

Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up game from an oldschool Nintendo

Bitch, I did sick since an embrio, yup ho I finna' blow

How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope

I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope

My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do'

Back to reality, now I'm on top like nigga fuck gravity

You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries

I beat ‘em in the fuckin' head, that's a fatality

Fuck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie

You niggas couldn't shake me, move me or rattle me

Baby, I'm an animal, you don't wanna battle me

I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room

Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium

In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album

Niggas on powder, I ain't talkin' Talcum

Waitin' by the window with a gun like Malcolm

X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs

Trap boom with my trap bum

Turn the bread, this kinda scary

4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey

Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayin'

Nigga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I'm Flavor Flav

Niggas ain't hard enough to sell hard

They too soft to sell soft

Y'all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, don't fuck with Pill like Rick Ross

That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap

Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek

Man, I left a nigga abstract

Nigga talk drug but I made that bread

Talkin' they cake but I made that spread

Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead

When I see your bitch bet I get that head

Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie

When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey

We'll crash your crib and we'll snatch your kids

Me and Jarren Benton so Kony

Killin' everything like OJ

Dick in the mouth like Colgate

I don't fuck with them boys, they so gay

Trigger down them whores, no way

PBR baby, fuck Rosay

I'm on a big geek like 4 days

Who the fuck scared of you

I bury you, we got the Theraflu

I told you niggas I ain't okay

Cheers to a New Year

Whores say he too weird

Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers

You ain't from the A, suck a nigga, just move here

Nigga fuck high, I'm nuclear

Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up

If it ain't about bread, it ain't concern us

When it's spring, summer time

I'm a fucker, get a five??? burn up