Laid Back

Ayy, free my members, free all of 'em
 Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
 That's how that shit go, though, we gon'
 We gon' steady keep runnin' to them racks
 Keep makin' these niggas mad
 Make these niggas feel this shit every time we do somethin'
 These niggas, these niggas be fucked up out here
 Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (laid back)
 I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane
 He better run when I let the 4-0 bang
 Bro in the cell said no names
 Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain
 I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain
 Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang
 Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time
 Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys
 Come and spark and get rid of them guys
 Out the love, I can get 'em to slide
 Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe
 They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it
 Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent
 Louis bag, put a bag inside it
 Ayy, I went, hit the block at, like 15
 I was just a young nigga with big dreams
 Roddy Ricch, I was tryna go get cream
 Me and Crank tryna see what the lick read
 I had to take a few losses, I'm okay
 Niggas hating on niggas, that's so gay
 I get pot and won't stir you the wrong way
 Walked through and I'm smoother than Olay
 I can't front a nigga shit, he gon' run off
 I'll die 'fore I ever take somethin' off
 Four Nick hit his top, bet it come off
 After 12, all silent and guns off
 Now I walk on the stage, bitches screaming
 And all of my partners, they still on commando
 Hellcat, wrap it up with some camo
 Gun store, we don't run out of ammo
 Gotta go do the show if the price right
 She gon' fuck me and suck me, it's night-night
 And she know I got something she might like
 Take her home and I beat it, Fight Night
 I'm a vet, bitch, I'm far from a new dude
 Really having more clips than YouTube
 I ain't even blew yet 'cause it's too soon
 How the fuck niggas sleepin'? That's too rude
 Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane, own lane)
 I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane
 He better run when I let the 4-0 bang
 Bro in the cell said no names
 Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain
 I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain
 Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang
 Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time
 Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys
 Come and spark and get rid of them guys
 Out the love, I can get 'em to slide
 Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe
 They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it
 Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent
 Louis bag, put a bag inside it
 Don't let a nigga convince you can't
 I'ma take all my shit to the bank
 And when you real, gotta look for the fake
 Made a promise to mama, I'm great
 And to all of my people, we straight
 I will never stop chasin' ciabatta
 Tryna slide, should of came with a doctor
 Quick to shoot, I was made for the drama
 Big Glock, bitch, I came for the problems
 All on, I ain't takin' advice
 Life a gamble, I'm shakin' the dice
 Lose your head tryna reach for this ice
 Remember way back when we got kicked out?
 Tryna beef off of hoes, you tripped out
 I be still thankin' God I got picked out
 Glock 19 with 30, it stick out
 Sticks out, make the opps go vacay
 Shell catches, we hit 'em with trey eight
 In the red zone, still tryna play safe
 I done came here from nothin' to great cake
 Stick 'em up, make 'em dance, Nae Nae
 Tryna slide on a nigga like playin' Skate
 On the block like Craig and Day Day
 Love all my partners, I tell 'em to stay safe
 Ayy, I'm laid back in my own lane (own lane)
 I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cause I jumped in the game and spit propane
 He better run when I let the 4-0 bang
 Bro in the cell said no names
 Stay down in the four, where I'm from, bitch, it's gon' rain
 I done got scarred, I can feel me some more pain
 Gon' sign a deal, bust it down with the whole gang
 Ayy, ayy, my lil' bro and 'em on criminal time
 Niggas hoes, I ain't feelin' them guys
 Come and spark and get rid of them guys
 Out the love, I can get 'em to slide
 Know they fake, I can feel out the vibe
 They ain't 'round, I ain't gotta remind it
 Play 'em close, but I know they ain't silent
 Louis bag, put a bag inside it
 Put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh)
 I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, huh)
 I put a bag in it (huh, huh, huh, ayy, ayy)
 Bitch, I put a bag in it
 I'm from the four and I came with it
 Got a Louis V duffel with cash in it