Deal Out Smoke - Ptown, nanadeem & Tomali

Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull I need that B, that U, the D That sticky icky, yea, that cabbage I got to have it I got a habit Blowing in traffic Smoked out, loced out Riding with that pistol grip Snort a little coke Put that 30 to your head Then I let that bitch rip Cause you know that I'm out here, I'm grinding to get it Kill me a opp while I'm smoking on spinach Blueberry kush how that spinach is scented Shoot me a pussy, don't got time for no bitches I need that weed, got an ounce for me Blowing on the B the L the U the N the T Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with (Black Suede) the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, (Lil) I'm aiming at your skull Uh Lil Uzi got a little fucking Gucci What's happening? See I be wrapping up Japanese weed just like it was some sushi Getting high with them ratchet hoes Fuck them bougie bitches Twisting up the blunt like it was a noose She didn't know I beat the pussy up? Leave them walking like a goose I grabbed the knife, she hollered truce I tied her tight, but she got loose Smoking too much kill Terrorist fumes Now I'm plotting in the back of a hearse smoking purp Drinkin' some lean, getting head just like a guillotine Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull

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