Smoked out, Scoped Out - $uicideboy$

Funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked out, funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked, funked out loced out

Fuck you, bitch!

Funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked out funked out, loced out

Fuck you, bitch!

Ruby smoking like he’s haunted

Big blunt, I light the front end

Me and my bitch, we keep it 80/20, get it how I want it

Double cup, I fucking double deck

Sippin' piss, I’m sippin' Tussionex

Told that bitch, «I'm cutting necks»

Pullin' out her throat, while I pull up in the fucking Benz

Told her fucking friends, «Ruby ain’t that cool in person!»

So I asked her fucking friends if it was cool if I insert it

Snatch they purses, now I’m countin' all this money

Yeah, practice makes it perfect

Money can’t buy you happiness, all my life I fucking heard it

But money can buy a lotta drugs, at least enough to last me

Shit, I think I fuckin' earned it

Earned it, ain’t got a purpose—and that’s on purpose

What’s worse is, I deserve it

Smoking on the bud sack, ounces of that indo

Paranoid illusions, tap the gun against the window

Substance in my lungs, slow-motion, Benz cruisin'

Masked up, ensuing, rob 'cause I’m overusing

Six double six elements

Never quit or dope sick, the D, the O, the P, the E

I’m always on a chase to hit up outer space

Ain’t no case where I don’t need it every fucking day

When you see us, yeah, you know we on them fucking drugs

Percocets, Xanax, Roxycodone, crush 'em up, snort it

Top notch bud crop, maybe quit later

Fuck that, 'till I’m dead, I am poppin' medication

Funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out

Fuck you, bitch!

Funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked out funked out, loced out

Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out

Fuck you, bitch!