OJ
    (专辑: My Grandma's Basement - 2013)
    
    [Hook: Jarren Benton]  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 nothing 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  Killing everything like OJ  My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay   [Verse 1: Jarren Benton]  Guess who's peeping on your window  With an automatic laser gun aiming 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 
fucking 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 talking Talcum  Waiting by the 
window with a 
gun like Malcolm  X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs   [Hook]   [Verse 2: Elz Jenkins]  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 saying  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  Talking 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   [Hook]   [Verse 3: Jarren Benton]  Killing 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   [Hook]