Lord Infamous
Smoked Out, Loced Out [Part II]
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless

[Verse 1: Pontius Pilate & Lord Infamous]
Uzi be rolling the blunt up with the motherfucking stanky sess
Put that pistol to my chest—
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
I'm gone, up off that ganja, like fuck your drama
Indo blunts all on my fingers, I got that Nina
North Korea if I see you
Chief the reefer, Jeepers Creepers
I'm the reaper up off that sack
I got that pack, that indo blow, that China snow
Ain't got no hope, pass me a rope, and slit my throat
Bitch, I'm the devil, welcome to Hades
Maybe I'm crazy? Always blazin'
Always sippin', codeine addicted
Come meet the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shapeshifter, it's—
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Yung Plague]
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
(Uh)

[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Fucking Oddy got a lil' fucking Versace
Rolling the dope, and I'm blowing the smoke
Yeah, it got me feeling kind of disembodied
This bitch is actin' sloppy
No, this shit don't fuckin' shock me anymore
Poured the ho, and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown, so she sucked my dick
But I was talking 'bout the blunt I had already lit, stupid ass bitch
Getting blown while I'm getting blown, I can't complain
Eyes redder than the "Cherry" in my fuckin' name
Smoked out, loced out, choked out
In the grow house 'til my brain is stained
Burnin' Buddha flesh
What's left of the sess gets left for the next sesh
Smokin' to my death, no breath in my chest
Just leftover smoke seeping out of my vest
Fuck the government, come and catch me, the blunt is lit
Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch
I want to be surrounded by clouds
And the fiery flames to lighten the pounds, bitch
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Eddy Baker]
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
(Ayy, alright, lil' bitch)

[Verse 3: Eddy Baker & Lord Infamous]
I stay smoking heavy green, I stay with that sack on me (Really)
These hoes steady jocking me, dirty money, keep a lot on me
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
Bitch, I didn't win no lottery, but n***as know I keep a lot of tree (Lil' bitch)
Professional with the pottery, got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me (Shit)
Swear they can't get enough of me
Watching Netflix while we smoke a G (Smoke some)
That's how the pimps do still got hoes on D
Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong (Okay)
Stay with the grass just like a front yard (Yeah)
Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars (Leaned it)
Yellow Xanax, that look just like Bart
Kush in my wood, it smell like some fart
Shoutout my hood, it's close to my heart
Fucking with me, I'll rip out your heart (Yeah)
Creep in the dark, G from the start
Smoking in public, just watch for the cops
They know I got grams all up in my sock
They all on my cock
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
Headed to the top
Won't ever stop, bitch
(Bud smoke is like a killer)
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Killa Man's rollin' a blunt up, with that motherfuckin' Buddha-Bless