Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Smoked Out, Loced Out’ by $uicideboy$. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of $uicideboy$ or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Uzi be, Uzi be,
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 f*ck 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, the 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 blazing
Always sipping, 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
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
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 acting sloppy
No, this shit don’t fucking shock me anymore
Poured the hoe, 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 fucking name
Smoked out, Loced out
Choked out in the grow house ’til my brain is stained
Burning 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
F*ck the government
Come and catch me the blunt is lit
F*ck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch
I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
I stay smoking heavy green
I stay with that sack on me
These hoes steady jockin’ me
Dirty money, keep a lot on me
Bitch, I didn’t win no lottery
But nigga know I keep a lot of tree
Professional with the pottery
Got bad hipster hoes rolling up for me
Swear they can’t get enough of me
Watching Netflix while we smoke a G
That’s how the pimps do still got hoes on D
Hitting my bong, I pull on her thong
Stay with the grass just like a front yard
Tipping the lean, I mix it with bars
Yellow Xanax, that shit look 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
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, headed to the top
Won’t ever stop, bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking buddha bless
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking buddha bless