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Smoke out, Loced Out
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi the Anti-Christ
Lil Uzi the Anti-Christ
Vocals
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia
Sampled Artist
Trap House $crim
Trap House $crim
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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! 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!
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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