HashBlok

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk] Stickin' on two in the motherfuckin' club Seen a fine ass bitch, told that bitch, "What's up?" "What's your name? Why you chillin' with a lame like him?" Got the fresh Gucci sneaks with the plain white trim All you sideline simps sayin' shit to a mac Gettin' money from a bitch and I pay the bitch back With whatever she need, 'cause she know I'm elevated Roll hash in a blunt, kick back, get faded Servin' game to these bitches and they all love me Sellin' yams to these bitches, chopped off the key Got lots of trees, I done poppеd a "E" And the hash so fine like apostrophе The cops will be watchin' me so close And I'm on point so I can't even post Bail if I get broke, servin' up coke But I don't give a fuck 'cause I can't be broke [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly [Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshtronaut] Bass tricks, dancin' with chicks On the dance floor like I'm grabbin' her hips I'm rubbin' her thigh, she's lookin' my eyes I'm licking her lips, she's rubbin' my thigh She's rubbin' my dick, oh shit, 'bout to stick Oh fuck, it's a "O", gotta flip Next day morning, wake up calling Hash on deck, shit, we're servin' Down 95, blowin' trees go by And the police pumpin' and we hear "wah-wah" Oh shit, look at the sky, it's purple, it's brown, it's Who the fuck cares when you lookin' down? Blunts to the ceiling, blunts in the sky Bitch, them kids that always drive by Always stay paid, always stay live Hell yeah, Metro Zu 'til I die [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly [Verse 3: Lofty305] Got a fat booty from the Sec' on my lap It's a known fact that I munch on the caps Ay, like you know my niggas Swearin' you the shit, but I don't fuck with you Will fuck your bitch so don't think twice She happens to be just the type that I like Damn, and she got a job Text that bitch that I wanna go shopping She bought me Gucci and a new camputer You was at home on your damn camputer Aw hell, Lofty's fresh Already know, basehead to the death Plus your bitch with the hash out She won't ever let a real nigga pass by When she leaves you lonely, sobbin' Now you gotta cop just to deal with your problems [Chorus: Ruben Slikk] Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly Hashblok, hashblok, for the twenty-five Got a yam, 'bout a gram, got peers, got fire Custos on the dick, so you know a nigga fly Crackers try to rush but a nigga too sly