Trap House $crim - $moked Out, Loced Out lyrics

[Hook] Smoked out, loced out Riding with that pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aiming at your skull x4 [Verse 1: Trap House $crim] 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 b**h rip Cause you know that I'm out here, I'm grinding to get it k** me a OPP while I'm smoking on spinach Blue berry kush how that spinach is scented Shoot me a p**y, don't got time for no b**hes I need that weed, got an ounce for me Blowing on that B-L-U-N-T [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Uzi] Lil Uzi got a little f**ing Gucci What's happening? See I be wrapping up Japanese weed just like it was some sushi Getting high with them ratchet hoes f** them bougie b**hes Twisting up the blunt like it was a noose She didn't know I beat the p**y 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 k** Terrorist fumes Now I'm plotting in the back of a hearse smoking purp, drinkin' some lean, getting head just like a guillotine [Hook]