Stoned Lyrics by Trippie Redd is the latest English song. Stoned lyrics were written by Bugz Ronin, Nadddot & Trippie Redd while the song is produced by Jhuff, Nadddot & Bugz Ronin.
Stoned Song Details:
| Song | Stoned |
| Singer | Trippie Redd |
| Produce by | Jhuff, Nadddot & Bugz Ronin |
| Lyricist | Bugz Ronin, Nadddot & Trippie Redd |
Stoned Lyrics
(Bugz on the beat)
(I’m shy, oh my god)
Niggas ain’t on shit, pop ’em like a zit
Chillin’ in the VIP, homie got the blick
Full extended clip
Stoned right now, got me high up out my shit
When it’s goin’ down, know we ready, we keep them sticks
I was broke, my pockets fixed
Look at the floor and you see Rick
I can never be no bitch
And we on that, I might pop out with that Sig
Plenty paper, all that, I ain’t going out like no bitch
On that rich shit, yeah, on that rich shit
On that rich shit, yeah, on that rich shit
On that rich shit, yeah, on that rich shit
On that sick shit, slit wrist shit
With a thick bitch, yellin’ out, “6 Kiss”
Livin’ bliss, bitch, countin’ up, too legit
You a misfit, get up out the pit, bitch
Live a star life, I can’t take no pic, bitch
Niggas ain’t on shit, pop ’em like a zit
Chillin’ in the VIP, homie got thе blick
Full extended clip
Stonеd right now, got me high up out my shit
When it’s goin’ down, know we ready, we keep the sticks
I was broke, my pockets fixed
Look at the floor when you see Rick
I can never be no bitch
And we on that, I might pop out with that Sig
Plenty paper, all that, I ain’t going out like no bitch
February, yeah, you know them shooters on the go
You know how I react, we get ’em gone, we up the score
Floating in the sky, you know I’m chillin’ in my zone
No pressure when it’s effortless, I’m always in my mode
Better live or die, you niggas living by the code
Ten toes on my soul, I can never fold
This shit alright, play it smart, I was on the road
Killin’ shit, laugh when the bodies hit the floor
Niggas ain’t on shit, pop em like a zit
Chillin’ in the VIP, homie got the blick
Full extended clip
Stoned right now, got me high up out my shit
When it’s goin’ down, know we ready, we keep the sticks
I was broke, my pockets fixed
Look at the floor when you see Rick
I can never be no bitch
And we on that, I might pop out with that Sig
Plenty paper, all that, I ain’t going out like no bitch