BJ The Chicago Kid - Smokin' & Ridin' (Feat. Freddie Gibbs & Problem) | Текст песни

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[Hook x3: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Smokin' and ridin'

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the roll 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 front, throw him in the trunk
Run him up, pass my lighter
Smokin' on killa straight casualties
In your weed like Mickey and Mallory
A pin nigga, bitch nigga, got gotta bee
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, dope is on my line
Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time
'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint
Police tryna hot 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 off
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]

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