OG Bobby Johnson Boss Krizzy & FBG Duck

[Intro: Boss Krizzy]
Let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (Krizzy)
Yeah (Kreed)
FBG shit
Gang
Uh-huh

[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
Smokin' OG Kush out of Black Jacks
Young boss nigga, find me where the cash at
Gettin' to the cheese, no rat traps
Got them snakes off my plane, Samuel L. Jackson (Huh?)
FBG Clout Boyz, bitch, the team winnin'
I'm on the strong pack-pack, yeah, that green spinach
Make that nigga lay it down or that TEC spit (Brrat)
Catch a opp lackin', shit gon' get hectic
Middle fingers up to the opposition (Fuck 'em)
Clout Boyz, bitch, we ain't got no competition (Fuck 'em)
I'm a real-ass nigga, you already know
Fuck a bitch, pass her 'round, that's a give-and-go (Go)
Word around town Krizzy gettin' dough (Krizzy got the cash)
I'm a smooth-ass nigga with a killer flow (Uh-huh)
You pillow talkin' to a bitch, we don't save hoes
Like the NBA, yeah, we like to trade hoes (Trade 'em)
I'm the don of this motherfuckin' rap shit (I'm the don)
Try me, then that motherfuckin' MAC spit (Uh-huh)
Boss Krizzy, I ain't duckin' no action
I know you heard what my nigga Billion Black said (Let's get it)
Word around town Krizzy got the nine-piece
I'll get a nigga straight like a fuckin' iron crease
Got a bad bitch with me, yeah, she a dime piece
And it's money on my mind, I don't need a mind reader