Smoked Out, Loced Out
Smoked out, loced out
Riding with that pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aiming at your skull
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 ******* 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 *******, don't got time for no *******
I need that *******, got an ounce for me
Blowing on that B-L-U-N-T
Smoked out, loced out
Riding with that pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aiming at your skull
Lil Uzi got a little ******* Gucci
What's happening?
See I be wrapping up Japanese ******* just like it was some su*******
Getting high with them ratchet hoes
******* them bougie *******
Twisting up the blunt like it was a noose
She didn't know I beat the ******* 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
Drinking some lean, getting head just like a guillotine
Smoked out, loced out
Riding with that pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aiming at your skull