Loco Hoho Lyrics

Yeah

Pens gushin ink bussin rhymes comin hard don't be alarmed

Or i'll harm and carve your face wear it like a mask

Imma be you how you like that bitch

Tt's a wrap like a mummy blunts so dusty it's lovely trust me

Or don't you never know malicious intent is on my dome

Come correct if you don't killin then chillin fillin my cup

Some vodka i'm a rocker not bothered what's up

Nada y'all ain't my problem too high off the ganja

Hey hey let me holla to the mamas tryna be a stepfather

Dirty sluts all up on my nuts look like a chipmunk you know i bring the funk

fucks givin none

Not a pleaser more like a reaper lookin grim to all the people

I get straight lethal this shit ain't gonna be peaceful

I'm so deceitful when it comes to the hoes

Hard to knock sense but not hard to poan

Rather moan than grow just how it goes

Motherfuckers should know never trust a hoe gotta be ten toes

Know how homer roll gotta let a hoe know

That he ain't playin marco polo

Rollin like stones keepin it on the low low

Smokin on the blunt never smellin lacy ain't worried bout tracy bitch Tryna still trace me

Ralph lauren joggers i'm lookin fly in the vicinity really is you ballin Like Me

Think shit's sweet nice kicks no crease reek of weed disease free

Walk around it's a blessing ages is creepin beneath me

Takin risky feats to supply my junkie needs but really is it ever really Free

Peep between them lines and read ain't really what it seems

Some say that i'm comin off as bleak you know you stayed the team

Tyranny i'm bout to bleed hear the silent screams

I'm smokin too much weed no more dreams

When i sleep claim to be doin everything

Ttill i think i'm lazy i'm at the point of break like patrick swayze

Not the type to pay for your acrylics baby

We ain't rich yet but maybe one day

If you're down for the ride we can have that rich sex

Love always spoken bout in the past tense real trifles all relevance

Your secrets kept minds i know you probably spread

Paranoia in my head not when i fill it with the lead express it with a Pen

The hand i got dealt ain't that bad couple wrong turns probably some More ahead

Hopefully none lead to an early death the drugs done actually fuck with My head

I thought that shit was a myth

Homer molly rollin in this bitch when it comes to me and rap i'm Insanely illiterate

You ain't better than me for eatin kale at fish scales only with the Weighable sales

Paranoia fillin my brain i'm on the weird behavior

Some nights we roll around lookin like the tweakers

Patterns is all it really is do the math aristocrat met your match

Daybake tryna perfect the craft gas cali pack

Got it in grass for a second there i thought i lost my swag

Found myself starin at the pad with the pen in hand