Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
HARDY
HARDY
Chant
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Batterie
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Basse
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Guitare électrique
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Guitare acoustique
Alex Wright
Alex Wright
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Paroles/Composition
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Paroles/Composition
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Paroles/Composition
Harry Wayne Casey
Harry Wayne Casey
Paroles/Composition
Rick Finch
Rick Finch
Paroles/Composition
Raymond Guy Turner
Raymond Guy Turner
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Webster
Daniel Webster
Paroles/Composition
Mark L Adams
Mark L Adams
Paroles/Composition
Stephen C. Washington
Stephen C. Washington
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
HARDY
HARDY
Co‑production
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Production
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Ingénierie de montage
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Ingénierie de prise de son
Eivind Nordland
Eivind Nordland
Ingénierie de montage
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Ingénierie de montage
Katelyn Prieboy
Katelyn Prieboy
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
With so much drama out in Tennessee, it's kinda hard bein' H-A-R-D-Y
But I somehow, some way
Keep coming up with country ass shit like every single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the Gs and make a few ends
As I breeze through? At two in the morning
Party still jumpin' 'cause my momma ain't home
Bitches in the living room rippin' a bong, and
They ain't leavin' till six in the morning
So what y'all wanna do, what?
Shit, I got a pocket full of bullets and my homeboys do too
A spotlight and some ryegrass rows, but, but what?
We gonna slug some does, yeah
Then we gonna smoke an ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you rednecks bounce to this
[Chorus]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
[Verse 2]
Now that I got myself some gin
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
Yeah, this type of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listening to the HIX OG
I got that Appalachian music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I wrote
As I'm takin' me a swig on a dirt back road
And get to whippin' up a biscuit and some gravy
Chillin' while I'm listening to some Willy and some Waylon
Eighty degrees, hound dogs sayin' please, raise up off these N-U-T's
'Cause you gets none of these, nah
Hey, pour another G and J and thank 'em for the good life
I ain't talkin' fishin' when I take 'em to the hook like
[Chorus]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
[Verse 3]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
[Outro]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch
Laid back
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Written by: Andre Young, Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., Daniel Webster, Harry Casey, Mark Adams, Raymond Turner, Richard Finch, Steve Arrington
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