$uicideboy$ - $moked Out, Loced Out lyrics
[$uicideboy$ - $moked Out, Loced Out lyrics]
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
I need that B, that U, the D
The sticky-icky, yeah, that cabbage
I got to have it, I got a habit
Blowin' in traffic smoked out, loced out
Ridin' 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 grindin' to get it
Kill me a opp, while I'm smoking on spinach
Blueberry kush how that spinach is scented
Shoot me a pussy, got time for no bitches
I need that weed, got an ounce for me
Blowing on the B, the L, the U, the N, the T
(yah)
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip (Uh)
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull! (Skull, hoe)
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip (Black $uede)
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull! (Lil, uh)
Lil Uzi got a lil' fucking Gucci
What's happenin'?
See, I be wrapping up Japanese weed
Just like it was some sushi
Getting high with them ratchet hoes
Fuck them bougie bitches
Twistin' up the blunt like it was a noose
She didn't know I beat the pussy up?
Leave 'em 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 plottin' in the back of a hearse
Smoking purp drinkin' some lean
Getting head just like a guillotine
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
I need that B, that U, the D
The sticky-icky, yeah, that cabbage
I got to have it, I got a habit
Blowin' in traffic smoked out, loced out
Ridin' 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 grindin' to get it
Kill me a opp, while I'm smoking on spinach
Blueberry kush how that spinach is scented
Shoot me a pussy, got time for no bitches
I need that weed, got an ounce for me
Blowing on the B, the L, the U, the N, the T
(yah)
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip (Uh)
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull! (Skull, hoe)
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip (Black $uede)
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull! (Lil, uh)
Lil Uzi got a lil' fucking Gucci
What's happenin'?
See, I be wrapping up Japanese weed
Just like it was some sushi
Getting high with them ratchet hoes
Fuck them bougie bitches
Twistin' up the blunt like it was a noose
She didn't know I beat the pussy up?
Leave 'em 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 plottin' in the back of a hearse
Smoking purp drinkin' some lean
Getting head just like a guillotine
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!