Smoked Out

Loked out crazy motherfuckers get you smoked out we smoked out some crazy mother Fuckers better get away

Soul stepping outside my mind I got 45 grippen all da fucking time I got your bitch giving Me dome call her Doug Dimmadome now everybody wanna go take her home Your boy Got dumped in the back of a lac inna trunk got slumped witta pump pump mossberg Caught him slippen everybody got start trippen when they figured they're boys been Missing.

Sooner or later you're gonna find traders and every one love is a bound to be hater All Of my time was spent on these rhymes and I don't give a fuck if it's not on your time hoe Don't bash on me with your fucking Bible pump your brakes bitch Nah we not on trial I Got your motherfuckers talking and barking like everybody wanna act like they part of The party

They call me S O U L bruh I'm bout to give ya hell coming at me looking like a fuckin Backstreet take a seat bitch Nah I meant the backseat Everybody wanna look away While I'm driving down the yall looking like lames and everybody wondering what the Fucks going on got the chrome 45 now post to ya dome and I know that I'm on that Stone cold ready call me Eddie Guerreri your ready?

Get bitch slapped sit on fucking daddies lap lose the weight bitch go take a fucking lap

Diabetes better eat yo wheaties go take a walk with yo lambo feetiees I get done so Mother fuckers can't talk I got you bitches talking so I know I can't stop

Sooner or later you're gonna find traders and every one love is a bound to be hater All Of my time was spent on these rhymes and I don't give a fuck if it's not on your time hoe Don't bash on me with your fucking Bible pump your brakes bitch Nah we not on trial I Got your motherfuckers talking and barking like everybody wanna act like they part of The party uh