HashBlok

[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 her hair 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, bitch, say it 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