A classic trap anthem referencing the movie South Central and its main character OG Bobby Johnson. The song’s title is also a reference to the name of the beat’s producer, Bobby Johnson.[Intro] You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson Beat [Chorus] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson [Verse 1] Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak Choppa start bustin' make the house shake Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans) Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin' Dirty AK with the beam on it Clip so long I could lean on it Free my niggas locked behind bars Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it) Pack touchdown, run it back like Marshall Faulk If a nigga try to rob, fuck it, hit him wit the hawk (boom) [Chorus] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson [Verse 2] Hundred bands on your head get the job done Throw it up, throw it up, nigga where you from? Whole hood hot cause your nigga hittin' licks Ain't made a mill yet but he's still nigga rich Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em (stick 'em up) How you want it nigga? Full or the semi Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom-boom) Money make 'em treat you like the Pope (like a king) Work the blocks like Dikembe in the post (cook 'em up) Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it) [Chorus] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson [Verse 3] It's the niggas that you trust that'll probably turn feds Hatin' on your heart cause you're rockin' Hermes Especially if your money long, guarantee you turn heads Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the shermheads Hate, hate, hate (hate); jealousy, that's a bitch nigga trait These niggas snakes, wanna know what you make Grimy ass ho, do you like Larenz Tate (Caine) Young nigga runnin' with the cannon Never let a nigga see you panic Dope boys in the hood workin' with the Hispanics On the phone with the plug, nigga speakin' Spanish [Chorus] Word on the street I'm a suspect Hangin' with the killers in the projects Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh) Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom) O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson O.G. Bobby Johnson