Lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] (Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull [Verse 1: Trap House $crim] I need that B, that U, the D The sticky-icky, yeah, that cabbage I got to have it, I got a habit (Yeah, ho) 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 (Yeah, ho) 'Cause you know that I'm out here, I'm grindin' to get it (What?) Kill me a opp, while I'm smoking on spinach (What?) Blueberry Kush how that spinach is scented Shoot me a pussy, got time for no bitches (Blow, blow, blow) I need that weed, got an ounce for me Blowing on the B, the L, the U, the N, the T [Chorus: Juicy J, Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Uzi] Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip (Uh) I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Skull, hoe) (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip (Black Suede) I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Lil, uh) (Yeah, ho) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi] Lil Uzi got a lil' fucking Gucci, what's happenin'? See, I be wrapping up Japanese weed just like it was some sushi (Yeah, ho) Getting high with them ratchet hoes, fuck them bougie bitches Twistin' up the blunt like it was a noose (Yeah, ho) 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 (Yeah, ho) 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 [Chorus: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull