Laid Back

Lyrics

[Intro] (Funk or Die) (SDot on the track) [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Just jumped off the plane in the Bay on some cold shit I hope they think we ain't lackin', I got four sticks Paranoid, so I do my verse holdin' a four-fifth Caught a nigga backin' in the driveway, he got closed in I ain't taxin' for a verse, I only want ten When them boys walk in, that's when the show begin Hold the stick while I walk the strip, I don't hold hands Just got a pint of Wock' for eight hundred from an old man Ooh, I'm finna pour an eight instantly Shit, give me half on a pint, come sit with me Rob the plug, nigga always get bricks for free You gotta have at least a dub in your pocket, you wanna sit with me [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Spent thirty on my first kit, I'm a street nigga Ghetto Boyz navy, nigga, they can't compete with us I'm pourin' Wock', you sippin' Tris, it's a drink difference FNs and .308s, I call 'em public defenders New batch came out perfect than a bitch, I put my feet in it Pour a four in a can of pop, I tried to fuck my bitch and fell asleep in it Your bitch like a deep freezer, put my meat in it Pussy got a lil' smell to it, I left skeet in it Bah-bah, bah-bah, I made a beat in it How you buy a Charger, didn't get the red key with it? Chris Paul with the Glock 40, I like to feed niggas Drop a deuce and fuck a rap bitch, I hit for three minutes [Verse 3: Toohda Band$] A book of twenties on me, I'm in the trenches I'm hangin' with killers and real snakes, we gorillas Choppers with hundreds on us, survival of the fittest If we talkin' 'bout crack cookin', my uncle, he the illest Freak bitch want my turn, she real nasty Pulled off on my bitch, she irritatin', tryna nag me Told my ho to pull up with my drank and do it fastly I'm a hood legend, I'm the youngest with a hundred bags In the stu' with five fullys on me, Ray, fuck the mask Tray get the hammer, hook comin', that boy mighty fast Knew you was a bitch, you got choked when Dex beat your ass Fucked a bitch with my Rollie on to see what time to blast In the school with five zips on me, thirty in the class I been Neiman shoppin', naw, fuck it, where the drank at? Call my nigga down in Castro Valley, where the dank at? I don't want your bitch, boy, I heard she got a stank cat Catch me in the hood with thirty on me with the eight strapped If money fix my problems, where the fuck is Reginae at? Tryna take a trip to Maui just to lay back