Laid Back - Cassius Jay, Shy Glizzy, Money Marc

Woah

That boy Cassius

Young Jefe, holmes

Woah, woah, woah

Oh

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And I’m pourin' up codeine, laid back

With my mind on my money, ain’t got these bitches on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And we got them choppers on the seat, laid back

If a nigga play with Jefe, we gon' hit him thirty times

With so much drama in the D-dot-C

It’s kinda hard bein' that nigga named Big Glizzy

Yeah, I’m just tryna sell some records, I done sold me some P’s

I done turned my city up, it’s time to give me the key

I took a trip to LA, linked up with BH

He told me All Money In and then we poured up an eight

I got a bitch out in the Bay, yeah, and her name Shae

She’s a cutie with a booty, she ain’t got no waist

This shit so fucked up, swear I can’t wait to party

I’m ridin' with them snipers all in my lil' Royal

I been trappin', I been out this bitch since I been in diapers

I make a lot of money just like Mekhi Phifer

My shooters get to clapping, they got assault rifles

You’re just rapping, you’re just snapping, you’re not a real lifer

I come through, I’m so icy, and your bitch, might swipe her

I got a bad young bitch just like Tiger, woo

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And I’m pourin' up codeine, laid back

With my mind on my money, ain’t got these bitches on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And we got them choppers on the seat, laid back

If a nigga play with Jefe, we gon' hit him thirty times

So much drama in East Atlanta

We keep them hammers with red bandanas

Some niggas, they trap at they grandma’s

Got drip just like I’m Cam’ron

Tell your bitch just keep the camera on

Got your ho, his ho, yeah, I’m coolin'

6−4, sick ho, yeah, I’m cruisin'

If she go, she gon' make a movie

Rollin' down the street, I’m on Gresham Road

The trunk of the Buick got them loads

Treat the bucket just like a 6−4

Passenger side, that’s where the stick

That’s really where your freaky lil' bitch go

Damn, 12 just pulled us over

Tell my homeboy five a bogey

Hope he don’t ask to search 'cause we been ridin' and smokin' OG

Take off fast, then do the dash, we gettin' chased by the police

I’m from the 6, be in the bricks, nigga, everybody know me

Went from the curb, you can get served, 'cause nigga, my trap

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And I’m pourin' up codeine, laid back

With my mind on my money, ain’t got these bitches on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' OG

And we got them choppers on the seat, laid back

If a nigga play with Jefe, we gon' hit him thirty times