Devilish Trio Loced Out Lyrics

[Verse 1: baker ya maker]
So high, don't care if I die
All I need is my weed and a motherfucking light
Feel the tension in the air
As I spark another square
Succubus next to me
And she playing with my hair

Fat Mac
Coming back
With the style that's so pimping
Inner lanes, with the waves
Yeah my voice what makes me different
Got 'em all on me
But some of them still hate on a playa
See them sleepin' on me but bitch I don't care 'cause I'm Baker

In the motherfucking mist
Talking shit, you catch a fist
Yes I am a nice guy
But you don't wanna get me pissed

Creeping deep with the six
Causing havoc, bringing doom [?]
Fuck these bustas, hope the trio bring the boom, no fear
For the reaper 'cause the evil lives inside of me
Murders take place, in the night, very quietly
In my eyes the fire sleeps
In the flames I burn in peace
Rest my soul, I cannot cope, my thoughts have slowly taken me

[Verse 2: hydra mane]
Bitch my game is strong
Come and test, I'll break ya bones
Disrespect I'll never show
To a woman, just these hoes

Never fold
It's the Trio on the roll
Riding clean, eyes [?]
Puffing heavy on the Getty Green
Loced out

Temptress by my side
Is she feeling me?
Let me get inside
Show you how a playa supposed to be
All up in your face, speaking tongues
Like a fucking demon
She a fiend
For the green
Spark a blunt and let her keep it
Straight up hoodrat
Try to test you
Leave your body bleeding

Fucking with the fiends in the park
Oh, it's killing season
I be in the dark, with the devil
Got my shovel, gonna dig a grave
For the bustas that be playa-hatin'
On the fucking mane