Smoked Out, Loced Out - $uicideboy$, Eddy Baker

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

I need that B, that U, the D

That sticky icky, yea, that cabbage

I got to have it

I got a habit

Blowing in traffic

Smoked out, loced out

Riding with that pistol grip

Snort a little coke

Put that 30 to your head

Then I let that bitch rip

Cause you know that I’m out here, I’m grinding to get it

Kill me a OPP while I’m smoking on spinach

Blue berry kush how that spinach is scented

Shoot me a pussy, don’t got time for no bitches

I need that weed, got an ounce for me

Blowing on that B-L-U-N-T

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Lil Uzi got a little fucking Gucci

What’s happening?

See I be wrapping up Japanese weed just like it was some sushi

Getting high with them ratchet hoes

Fuck them bougie bitches

Twisting up the blunt like it was a noose

She didn’t know I beat the pussy up?

Leave them walking like a goose

I grabbed the knife, she hollered truce

I tied her tight, but she got loose

Smoking too much kill

Terrorist fumes

Now I’m plotting in the back of a hearse smoking purp, drinkin' some lean,

getting head just like a guillotine

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip

I don’t love hoes mane, I’m aiming at your skulll