[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 n***a 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 n***a 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
[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 n***a play with Jefe, we gon' hit him thirty times

[Verse 2: Money Marc]
So much drama in East Atlanta
We keep them hammers with red bandanas
Some n***as, they trap at they grandma's
Got drip just like I'm Cam'ron
Tell your bitch just keep the camera on
Got your ho, his ho, yeah, I'm coolin'
6-4, sick ho, yeah, I'm cruisin'
If she go, she gon' make a movie
Rollin' down the street, I'm on Gresham Road
The trunk of the Buick got them loads
Treat the bucket just like a 6-4
Passenger side, that's where the stick
That's really where your freaky lil' bitch go
Damn, 12 just pulled us over
Tell my homeboy five a bogey
Hope he don't ask to search 'cause we been ridin' and smokin' OG
Take off fast, then do the dash, we gettin' chased by the police
I'm from the 6, be in the bricks, n***a, everybody know me
Went from the curb, you can get served, 'cause n***a, my trap
[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 n***a play with Jefe, we gon' hit him thirty times