[Chorus]
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac

[Verse 1: Big Crust]
A black watch on my wrist tells me the time of death
336 this dope man took his very last breath
When I get to stressing I start clicking on my murder weapon
I need that ink up in my lungs or else I send your ass to heaven
I ran up and this fool wouldn't drop it off
So now he's laying dead leaking on the fucking sidewalk
There's a lot of dark stains in my hood mayne
Consider it a warning break yourself or you will be the same
I took his stash and I burned that shit in one night
Cruising to the woods so I could bury his body out of sight
The next day 5:42 in the afternoon I start to get the feeling that I need to get some dank soon
I got this fever that subsides when I'm smoking reefer
When I'm sober I take bats at skulls like I'm Derek Jeter
I'm a fiend for the weed and it makes me squeeze on the trigger of the six shooter in between your teeth
[Chorus]
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
I'm coming hard full of dank with the system cranked
I'm feeling nifty with some 50/50 in my drank
The aroma of the room is such a comforting stank
I'm in and out the bank and when I'm low I pull another gank
Yank as I pull the smoke up out the skunky blunt
What you want? Bong or bowl I'm rolling up another junt
I'm packing the fattest tootie-mack and you bout to get lit as I put some fire to the end of it
I let it rip on every trip I take to endo'Nesia
When I get baked I never take a break or take a breather
I get my pay then reinvest it in a pail of hey
Smoking ink and getting bunk that's just how the players play
I've come to the conclusion that there is no other way but to save the psilocybin for a more important day
Smoked out shit is what I do
Pizza click is what I claim
Run with us or get run over like a buster lemon lame
[Chorus]
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac
Break it off I want your stash
Break it off I want your stash
I don't-I don't need a mask of an herbicidal maniac