100 Blunts (DJ Phantazm Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
—$crim beat!
Knock, knock (Knock, knock)
2000 (2000, 2000, 2-,2-,2-,2-)
—$crim-, $crim with that 808

[Verse 1: $crim]
Yo', light that cigarette, I'm-, cigarette, I'm tripping
Ash it then I flick it
Liquid got me feeling-, got me feeling wicked
Sickening, how I'm thinking
Every weekend during evenings
I'm creeping, all black secrets
Got a demon who be spea-, demon who be speakin'
I swear to God, they so miss-, so miss- (Yah, yah, yah, yah)
Just a-, just a-, -leton in clothing
Junkie that be-, junkie that be-, junkie that be flowing
I be that-, be that in your closet (What? what? what? what?)
That drug money in your wallet
All black for a home invasion (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Smoking that-, smoking that dope 'til I'm Asian
Up in that alleyway, I'm bent
Switchblade on my hip
Sipping dip that's mixed with-, dip that's mixed with-, dip that's mixed with-
Sipping mixed with-, sipping mixed with
Dip that's mixed with Crys'
Got me tripping, talking sh*t
(Woop, woop, woop, woop, woop)
[Bridge: $crim]
Got me-, got me-, talking sh*t (Uh)
I'm twisted on-, twisted on that dip (Yeah, yeah)
Got me twisted, talking sh*t (Uh-, uh-, uh-, uh)
I'm tw-, I'm on that-, on that dip

[Chorus: $crim & Ruby da Cherry, Both]
Hunnid blunts to the face
Hunnid cups of the bale (Woop)
Hunnid blunts-, hunnid blunts-, hunnid blunts to the face
Hunnid cups of the face
Hunnid cups of the bale- (Woop), —bale (Woop)
—Blunts to the face
Hunnid cups of the bale
Hunnid bale-, hunnid bale
Hunnid blunts to the face (Ruby da Cherry)
Hunnid-
Bale (Bale)

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry & $crim]
It's that grim reaping motherf*cker
Patch me up, I'm leaking
Snatch me up your b*tch
I'm up your b*tch-, I'm up your b*tch-, I'm up your b*tch
I-, b*tch-, be-, b*tch-, be-, b*tch-
b*tch, I-, b*tch-, I-, b*tch, be
b*tch, I'm up your b*tch
I'm riding dirty, swerving and I'm skeeting
What I'm, what I'm is-, a sid-, could consider me a-, —sider me a demon
Dreaming demon
Dreaming of a f*ck boy massacre
b*tch, I'm scheming
b*tch, I'm steaming up some weed
And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your b*tch rolled, laced with your homies' ashes
I'm teasing meaning-, meaning, your b*tch-, your b*tch, f*ck but-, f*ck but-, for no teasing
Meaning, I told your b*tch we would f*ck but didn't for no reason
Please and thank-you when I drop a track
My audience is a bunch of zombies, teaming up to try and stop me
Tony told me it was chopper season
Leave you screaming for your mommy, uh (Uh)
Spray them with that Tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy (Tommy, Tommy, Tommy)
[Interlude: Ruby da Cherry & $crim]
Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherf*cker
(Dead motherf*cker)
$uicide
(Mmm, you smell good for a dead motherf*cker)
(*59)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: $crim]
Hunnid blunts to the face
Hunnid cups of the bale (G)
Hunnid blunts- (G), hunnid blunts- (G), hunnid blunts (G), to the face
Hunnid cups of the face (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hunnid blunts to the face (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hunnid cups of the bale (G)
Hunnid blunts- (G), hunnid blunts- (G), hunnid blunts to the face
Hunnid cups of the bale (Wee, wee, wee)