Smokin and ridin lyrics lil coner biography

[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 shotgun rida' If a n***a want funk, throw him in the trunk Burn him up, pa** my lighter Smokin' on k**a, straight casualties In your weed like Mickey and Mallory A pimp n***a, b**h n***a, yeah, I gotta be A broke b**h f** with my allergies (Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you These n***as 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 tryin' to hit me But they miss me every time 'Bout to smoke and ride Pourin' up a pint Police tryin' to hit me But the miss me every time [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' an