Bickin It

I just wanna ride take a little joyride
Blow a little tree me and my homies
We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it
We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it
Just kickin' it

I, I just wanna bick it
Do a hundred down Rosecrans
Without getting no ticket
Keep a gap between my haters, I need distance
They be unemployed, tryna get in my business
Fresh out the oven, I'm baking biscuit's
On some two-ten shit
Can't you tell the difference?
And motherfuck the police
They pull us over every time we ride 4 deep
Then the homies turn phony
They try to play me like a disk
But I ain't no Sony
Uh, I just wanna ride to the westside

I just wanna ride take a little joyride
Blow a little tree me and my homies
We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it
We do a 'lil mad, just bickin it
Just kickin' it

I'm all to my lonely, it's a trip
How the pigs wanna separate me
From all my homies then put me on probation
I'm living in this united nations
I'm facing, a cold situation
Ain't this a son of a bitch?
But you know imma twist a
New route for this paper homie, hear me out
They ban me in the UK
But I'm still gon turn it up
What for? And I don't even know law
But Imma still lay low, and holla out hello
To all my kinfolks, and in overseas G's
Smoke a J with me, sip with me, dip with me
Check it out

I just wanna ride take a little joyride
Blow a little tree me and my homies
We can just bickin it just bicken it
Just kickin it