Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laid Back, artist - Quin Nfn. Date of issue: 15.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Laid Back |
| Hook: |
| Aye |
| I’m laid back in my own lane |
| I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cuz 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 4, where I’m from, bitch it’s gon' rain |
| I done got scarred, I can feel me some mo' pain |
| Gon' sign a deal, buss it down with the whole gang |
| Aye, aye |
| My lil' bro 'nem 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 vib |
| They ain’t 'round, I ain’t gotta remind it |
| Play 'em clos, but I know they ain’t silent |
| Louie bag, put a bag inside it |
| Aye |
| 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 'fo I ever take sumn' off |
| 4 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 partnas, |
| they still on commando |
| Hellcat, wrap it up with some camo |
| Gun sto', we don’t run outta 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 sleeping? |
| That’s too rude |
| Hook: |
| Aye |
| I’m laid back in my own lane |
| I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cuz 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 4, where I’m from, bitch it’s gon' rain |
| I done got scarred, I can feel me some mo' pain |
| Gon' sign a deal, buss it down with the whole gang |
| Aye, aye |
| My lil' bro 'nem 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 |
| Louie bag, put a bag inside it |
| Don’t let a nigga convince you can’t |
| Imma take all my shit to the bank |
| 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 chasing ciabatta |
| Tryna slide, shoulda 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 |
| Aye, lose yo' 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 thanking God I got picked out |
| Glock 19 with 30, it stick out |
| Sticks out, make the opps go vacate |
| Shell catches, we hit 'em with tre 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 play skate |
| On the block like Craig and Day Day |
| Love all my partnas, I tell 'em to stay safe |
| Hook: |
| Aye |
| I’m laid back in my own lane |
| I got niggas mad as a hoe 'cuz 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 4, where I’m from, bitch it’s gon' rain |
| I done got scarred, I can feel me some mo' pain |
| Gon' sign a deal, buss it down with the whole gang |
| Aye, aye |
| My lil' bro 'nem 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 |
| Louie bag, put a bag inside it |
| Outro: |
| Put a bag in it (Huh, huh) |
| I put a bag in it (Huh, huh, huh, huh) |
| I put a bag in it (Huh, huh, huh, aye, aye) |
| Bitch, I put a bag in it |
| I’m from the 4 and I came wit' it |
| Got a Louie V duffle with cash in it |