Laid Back Cassius Jay (Ft. Money Marc & Shy Glizzy)

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Woah
That boy Cassius
Young Jefe, holmes
Woah, woah, woah
Oh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
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

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
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