Cassius Jay, Shy Glizzy, Money Marc - Laid Back lyrics
[Cassius Jay, Shy Glizzy, Money Marc - Laid Back lyrics]
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
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