Jim Jones, Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - 4/20 lyrics

420, right? This our holiday (Heatmakerz)
Smoke with me, think about it (Crack music)

Uh, it's 420, nigga, light it up (Light that)
This a celebration, put your lighters up
(C'mon)
Roll another one before the flight is up
(Keep it goin') i smoke in public
So police gon' have to write us up
(Write that fuckin' ticket)
I got some loose ends I need to tighten up
(True) i need this money so the feds
Can lose sight of us (I'm gone)
It be heavy on my soul, I'm tryna lighten up
(Fuck 'em) i watched bullets hit niggas
Like when lightnin' struck (Boom)
I seen the game and had to wife her up (True)
All night pumpin' the white
Riskin' my life for what? (You hear me?)
My young boys pourin' that lean
With that Sprite in cups


(They need to chill)
And when you got a bond
You know the price go up (Woo! Shit)
I was takin' bombs on the China bus (Boom)
Now every time I hit Miami
You know we Prada'd up
(Know why they like me) these rap niggas
They be actin' sorta kinda tough
Until I pop around, knock 'em down
Line 'em up (Woo)
Shit it don't tick when we wind-'em up (No)
(Soldier shit, nigga)

Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet

My day consists of rollin' up big buds
Fuckin' on a bitch before she get in the tub
Fall in the bank before I fall in love
I need a favor, I can call it up
We rock jerseys with our
Names 'cause we ballin' made a fortune
Smell like kush on the planes we boardin'
Was irrelevant but came important
Rollin' up with our main courses
Lamborghinis, Porsches, anything with horses
You pull up and see the gate, of course
That's where I live puppies everywhere
Gettin' my nails manicured
Tracy twistin' my hair
Workin' on the next shit
I want the fans to hear
A million plus I volunteer, lost my dawg
Shed a tear
You never know when the end is near
You better off without niggas
In your business
Go on my own missions, do my own dishes
Don't send niggas out, I bag my own bitches
And get 'em home with us
Multiple things they wanna do alone with us
Some of 'em drink
Some just wanna get stoned with us

Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet (yeah, yeah)
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set (yeah, yeah)
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips
Come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets
You ain't one of us yet

Uh, I ain't been in this
Bitch since they stole Nip'
(Since they stole Nip')
First journey that I lit, first bars I spit
(The first bars I spit)
Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend
That's church
Like you heard it from the reverend
Rollin' up my next one
Stock rag-top '57 Bel Air
Wristwear, presidential
Bezzel drippin' elegance
Niggas hella rich, flow Heaven-sent
(Heaven-sent)
Frequently places you busters never been
(Busters never been)
How many of your cars paddle-shift?
Lil' boy, i done bought cars that I
Haven't seen in person yet
This is the life of a New Orleans jet
Get higher than you ever get
Off the weed you could never buy
With a bitch that you could never try
All in her like dinner, wash it down
A boss in town, real clubs toss me pounds
Bunch of niggas that you scared of
Throwin' money around eastside, all times