Smoked Out, Loced Out [Part II] $uicideboy$ (Ft. Eddy Baker)

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
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

[Verse 1: PONTIUS PILATE]
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, 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—