[Chorus: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
(Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) 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 (Yeah, ho)
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 (Yeah, ho)
'Cause you know that I'm out here, I'm grindin' to get it (What?)
Kill me a opp, while I'm smoking on spinach (What?)
Blueberry Kush how that spinach is scented
Shoot me a pussy, got time for no bitches (Blow, blow, blow)
I need that weed, got an ounce for me
Blowing on the B, the L, the U, the N, the T

[Chorus: 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
(Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip (Uh)
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Skull, hoe)
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip (Black Suede)
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull (Lil, uh)
(Yeah, ho)
[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 (Yeah, ho)
Getting high with them ratchet hoes, fuck them bougie bitches
Twistin' up the blunt like it was a noose (Yeah, ho)
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 (Yeah, ho)
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

[Chorus: Juicy J & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
(Yeah, ho) Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull
Smo-smo-smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at yo' skull