Smokin′ and ridin'
Smokin′ and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin′(Yeah, uh, yeah)
I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the road with the work
Told her, "Hold that first, we gon′ cash out, get more"
Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rider
If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk, burn him up, pass my lighter
Smokin' on killa, straight casualty
Me and weed like Mickey and Mallory
A pimp nigga, rich nigga, yeah, I gotta be
A broke bitch fuck with my allergies (phoow!)
Damn, Fred, God bless you
These niggas and these hoes can′t stress you
A sack full of good, rollin' the wood, ain′t no pressure
I got money on my mind, dope heads on my line
Police tryin' to get me, but they miss me every time
′Bout to smoke and ride, pourin' up a pint
Police tryin' to get me, but they miss me every time (while we)
Smokin′ and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
With Gangsta Gibbs, and we cruising down these ghetto streets (you know it)
He checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be (you know it)
His cup full of pink, mine′s full of brown (you know it)
And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound, aw yeah
Right now, I'm smoking with Gibbs, but girl, I′m thinking ′bout you
Finna smoke some more with Problem, too
And when we done smokin', I′m tryna get to you, baby, baby, baby
(But now, I'm)
Smokin′ and ridin' (smokin′)
Smokin' and ridin' (ridin′)
Smokin′ and ridin' (when I see you girl, you know we gon′ be)
Smokin' and ridin′ (smokin')
Smokin′ and ridin' (while you)
Smokin' and ridin′ (ride me)
(What? What?)
Yeah, half a zip of that Cali-flower every time I write rhymes
In first class, new Rollie on, that′s how I define high times (what?)
Long way from them drive-bys, them ratchet hoes, and them drug dealers
Bougie party, need a fifty plus, I'm bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers
R-N-S, I love niggas, almost more than I love weed
Body shots, I seen Blood bleed, went to turn to hood, they say "Blood leave"
That′s how they showed me they love me, I think whenever I smash off
Drop some bread in my cash vault, then hit the block and drop a half off (fuck it)
Smoke with me, roll it all. Money stacks gettin' Kobe tall
My young rider hit his first lick, we celebrate even though he wrong
Tree and drank keep, keep me calm, stay focused on what I need to do
I′m the one, there's no need for two, I breathe the block, ′cause it bleed the truth (Problem!)
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin′ and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin′ and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
Smokin' and ridin′
