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

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