Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoked Out, Loced Out, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part X: The Resurrection Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Song language: English
Smoked Out, Loced Out |
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 |