Released: August 18, 2014
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Hook: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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!
[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
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)
[Hook: 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!
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)
[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
Getting high with them ratchet hoes, fuck them boujee 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
[Hook: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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!
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!
[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
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)
[Hook: 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!
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)
[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
Getting high with them ratchet hoes, fuck them boujee 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
[Hook: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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!
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