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

4/20 right

This our holiday

Smoke with me

Think about it

It’s 4/20 nigga, light it up

It’s a celebration, put your lighters up

Roll another one before the flight is up

I smoke in public so police gon' have to write us up

I got some loose ends I gotta tighten up

I need this money so the feds can lose sight of us

It be heavy on my soul, I’m tryna lighten up

I watch bullets hit niggas like when lightning struck

I seen the game, I had to wife her up

All night pumping the white risking my life for what

My young boys on that lean

With that Sprite in cups

And when you got a bomb you know the price go up

I was taking bombs on a China bus

Now every time I hit Miami you know

These rap niggas, they be acting sorta kinda tough

Until I pop around, knock 'em down, line 'em up

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and 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 rolling up big buds

Fucking on a bitch before she get in the tub

Fall in the bay before I fall in love

I need a favor, I could call it up

We rock jerseys with our names cause we balling

Made a fortune

Smell like kush on the planes we boarding

Was irrelevant, became important

Rolling up what our main course is

Lamborghini Porsches, anything with horses

You pull up and see the gate, of course that’s where I live

Puppies everywhere

Getting my nails manicured, Tracy twisting my hair

Working on the next shit I want the fans to hear

A million plus, I volunteer

Lost my dog, 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 of 'em just wanna get stoned with us

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

Go and roll with the dips

Come and roll with the set

We as real as it gets

You ain’t one of us yet

I ain’t been in this bitch since they stole Nip

First joint that I lit, first bars I spit

Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend

That’s church like you heard it from the reverend

Rolling up my next one

Stock rag top '57 Bel Air

Wrist wear, presidential bezel dripping elegance

Niggas hella rich, flow heaven sent

Frequent in places you busters have never been

How many of your cars

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 plugs toss me pounds

Bunch of niggas that you scared of throwing money around

East side all time