Smoked Out 1993
(Verse 1)
Smoked out riding in that mother fucking chevy red
Candy paint drippin like a mother fucker lost his head
In the dark chillen with my demons counting up the bread
Got no sleep in weeks still my stomach has been fully fed
Running up still got a pistol and a fucking blunt
N***as talk but im still givin em the fucking phonk
Keep it on the hush less u wanna test
Let this one hit get ya through ur god damn chest
(Verse 2)
Smoked out Riding with a mother fucking pump
Hold your kids cuz im shooting everybody better duck
Cuz you hear dat lightning n***a cuz i pack that thunder
In a fucking caddliac like im fucking thumper
Feet on the pedal while im twisting up the metal
Wood grain on the wheel dark tint so its leveled
Ain't a soul i can't possesed ain't a mind i can't control
Dont believe in the devil then u dont believe yourself
(Verse 3)
But i still dont give a mother fuck
Got my music and i bet a n***a still be getting sucked
This that smoked out locced out with that fucking pistol grip
Six double six nasty creeping through the fucking mist
You stupid bitch never thought i had the weapon
My gun is my brain and my lyrics keep you stressing
This that 1993 back from 1991 smoked out
And im finna light a mother fucking blunt
(Outro)
Smoked out riding with a blunt and a pistol out
Its that nasty n***a and i'll bring it to your mothers house
Smoked out riding with the phonk and a plastic nine
Creeping slow from up behind and blowing out your fucking mind
Rolled out Counting up my paper paper doe
Colder then a eskimo the coldest thing that ever flown
And i know that u gon love this don't live in no fortress
But your best friend like a tourist want to get a ride and explore this
Smoked out riding in that mother fucking chevy red
Candy paint drippin like a mother fucker lost his head
In the dark chillen with my demons counting up the bread
Got no sleep in weeks still my stomach has been fully fed
Running up still got a pistol and a fucking blunt
N***as talk but im still givin em the fucking phonk
Keep it on the hush less u wanna test
Let this one hit get ya through ur god damn chest
(Verse 2)
Smoked out Riding with a mother fucking pump
Hold your kids cuz im shooting everybody better duck
Cuz you hear dat lightning n***a cuz i pack that thunder
In a fucking caddliac like im fucking thumper
Feet on the pedal while im twisting up the metal
Wood grain on the wheel dark tint so its leveled
Ain't a soul i can't possesed ain't a mind i can't control
Dont believe in the devil then u dont believe yourself
(Verse 3)
But i still dont give a mother fuck
Got my music and i bet a n***a still be getting sucked
This that smoked out locced out with that fucking pistol grip
Six double six nasty creeping through the fucking mist
You stupid bitch never thought i had the weapon
My gun is my brain and my lyrics keep you stressing
This that 1993 back from 1991 smoked out
And im finna light a mother fucking blunt
(Outro)
Smoked out riding with a blunt and a pistol out
Its that nasty n***a and i'll bring it to your mothers house
Smoked out riding with the phonk and a plastic nine
Creeping slow from up behind and blowing out your fucking mind
Rolled out Counting up my paper paper doe
Colder then a eskimo the coldest thing that ever flown
And i know that u gon love this don't live in no fortress
But your best friend like a tourist want to get a ride and explore this