Correction Paroles Laid Back par Quin NFN

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Intro:
Aye, free all my members, free all of 'em
(Aye, aye, yeah, aye)
That's how that sh*t go now we gon'
We gon' steady keep runnin' to them racks
Keep makin' these n***as mad
Make these n***as feel this sh*t
Everytime we do sumn'
These n***as, these n***as be f**ked up out here

Hook:
Aye
I'm laid back in my own lane
I got n***as 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 cеll said no names
Stay down in 4, where I'm from, b*t*h it's gon' rain
I donе 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
n***as 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

Verse 1:
Aye
I went hit the block at like 15
I was just a young n***a 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
n***as hating on n***as, 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 n***a sh*t, 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, b*t*hes 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' f**k 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, b*t*h 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 f**k n***as sleeping? That's too rude

Hook:
Aye
I'm laid back in my own lane
I got n***as 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, b*t*h 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

Verse 2:
Don't let a n***a convince you can't
Imma take all my sh*t 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, b*t*h, I came for the problems
All on, I ain't takin' advice
Life a gamble, I'm shakin' the dice
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 n***a like play skate
On the block like Craig and Day Day
Love all my partnas, I tell 'em to stay safe

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)
b*t*h, 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

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