BJ The Chicago Kid - Smokin' and Ridin'

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]

Smokin' and ridin'

Smokin' and ridin'

Smokin' and ridin'

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

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, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'"

Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida'

If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk

Burn him up, pass my lighter

Smokin' on killa, straight casualties

In your weed like Mickey and Mallory

A pimp nigga, bitch 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 of the good, rollin' the wood, ain't no pressure

[Pre-Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

I got money on my mind, dopeheads on my line

Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time

'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint

Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: BJ The Chicago Kid]

The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets

You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be

His cup full of pink, mines full of brown

And you know that's us coming down the block when you hear that sound

Right now I'm smoking with Gibbs but girl I'm thinking 'bout you

Then I smoke some more with Problem too

And when we done smoking, I'm tryna get to you, baby, baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Problem]

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

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 see bloods bleed

Once you return to hood they say "blood leave"

That's how they show me they love me

I thank 'em now that I smash off

Drop some bread in my cash vault

Then hit the block and drop a half off

Smoke with me, roll it up

Money stacks getting Kobe tall

My young ridder hit his first lick

We celebrate even though they roll

Dream drag keepin' me calm

Stay focused on what I need to do

I'm the one, there's no need for two

I bleed the block, it bleed the truth

[Hook]

• Artist:BJ The Chicago Kid