Lyrics:

I be in my red car laid back ridin' slow
Weed in the dash ain't nobody know
Spendin' this cash got it for the low
Smokin' on grass movin' kind of slow
I be in my red car laid back ridin' slow
Weed in the dash ain't nobody know
Spendin' this cash got it for the low
Smokin' on grass movin' kind of slow

This the type of shit that makes me wanna get right
This the type of shit that makes me wanna get high
People out here switchin' changin' I don't know why
I can't solve the equations if you tellin' me lies
People hatin' man tell me somethin' I don't know
Makin' room for these hits and not these bozo's
Tryna stack up my chips and smoke this home grown
Life a movie clip I ain't using no gopro
Take the mic grab the game by its throat
And i'm doing music it's the way that I cope
Grab the pen it's the murder she wrote
Just a Kansas boy in a Pittsburgh coat
Don't be judging people that i'm with
Everybody know that i'm the kid
Icy gold watch up on my wrist
Everybody know that i'm the shit
Plus you knowing that my flow is crisp
Studio with Ed we gettin' lit
No coke molly no activist
My chain swinging I let it drip
Laid back cruisin' up in my whip
My bitch bad she bump my shit
My bitch bad and she love my shit
And she with the shit and she f*ck with it

I be in my red car laid back ridin' slow
Weed in the dash ain't nobody know
Spendin' this cash got it for the low
Smokin' on grass movin' kind of slow
I be in my red car laid back ridin' slow
Weed in the dash ain't nobody know