Laid Back (feat. 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