Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4/20 , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4/20 |
| 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 |