Smokin' And Ridin'

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