Hashish Lyrics - Singles - Will Brennan

Will Brennan (speaking): 

Yeah, I just got this shit from Orlando called Red Mistress 

Shout out to the homies who are smoking good 

Wayward Minds, yeah.. 

I feel like there should be a party tonight 

You know? 

Will Brennan (verse 1): 

It's been a while since I had a pocket full of this cash and all of this weed. 

So I'm extra high, fitted extra fly 

Cause I'm down south in Palm Beach 

All these pretty girls come custom made 

They be just the way that I need 

Girl, you just the kind that I like 

You should come and ride out with me 

I'm headed down to Lauderdale 

And my hotel is right off of the beach 

Got this bottle with these mixers 

Let's get tipsy off of these drinks. 

While I'm rollin' up this Swisher 

You can pop a Vitamin E. 

This is about to be an adventure 

You are now officially free, 

To do what you want 

Do what you like 

Wont last forever, girl 

It's only a night 

I'm thinkin' we might, be better off 

Just rollin' up and rollin' out 

Windows up, let's smoke it out 

This how it feels when you rollin' in the fast lane 

Gotta keep up, Ima show you how. 

Will Brennan (verse 2): 

Speakers loud as fuck 

We be even louder 

She say she seeing sounds 

That's that Molly powder 

OG Purple with the Diesel 

Call it Sweet-n-Sour 

I fucked her 60 minutes straight 

Call that a happy-hour 

Crazy nights 

Hotel lookin' like a ladies night 

She invited all of her sexy friends 

And all my dawgs gonna play it right 

It's more good times with these bad girls 

And that's a recipe for this crazy life. 

Everybody wanna live the rapper dream 

Don't nobody really wanna pay the price. 

I did plenty shows 

Like 50 shows just last year 

I've been making moves 

Thought about the nights I was hatin' work 

Thought about the days I was hatin' school. 

Had to figure out what it takes to prove 

That I'm the motherfuckin' Illest 

So, when I got a couple beats 

And I took 'em on stage 

And I showed these wak ni**as how to motherfuckin' kill it. 

R.I.P. to the track 

Can you feel it? 

Light my weed while I talk my shit 

With this like Ima diss your girl 

With the hope that she might take you off my dick 

With my luck, that wont work 

For some reason girls seem to love that shit. 

When you the best it's natural to act like an asshole. 

Wait 'til a ni**a gets rich, bitch! 

Will Brennan (speaking): 

Gitt, what up man? 

They bout to feel me! 

Palm Beach, 5-6-1 

Will Brennan 

What up Courtesy? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

We all the way live, man 

Keep that glass up for a ni**a 

Let's go, you hear me? 

And we rollin' another blunt, man 

Sign out 

Holla