4:20
In the morning got the munchies
Gotta city boy up inna country
We rolling, keep it crunchy
Quarter of this funky
Stop by the homies
Do A dab, keep it moving
Off the wax, and I'm zooted
Should put me in A museum
Am I seeing what you seeing?
Just pop A damn U-ey
It's Draco, got A QP
Lights camera chronic
4:20 it's A movie
Water for the bong rip
Ain't stopping till we coughing
Happy 4:20 Holidays
Smoking like A train
Got A cone to the head
Like A doggie from the vet
Then get A call from my ex
She wanted sex... not impressed
So I text, I'm with A friend
My guess, she took the hint
Had something to get off my chest
I'm obsessed, I confess
I love her till my death
Best with the head... Not my ex
But that girl, Maryjane
Anytime I say her name
She keep A way the pain
4:20 it's A lifestyle
We live this everyday
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Hands on sticky like the 90's
Gotta glikky in A white tee
Man im piffing and I'm shining
Few grams of this White Rhino
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Put A eighth up in my lungs
Smoking like the chamber of gun
With some gangsters and some thugs
We just trying to blaze up on the bud
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Inna clouds like A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Gotta pound of that pie
Blunt for the reefer
Bongs, or the papers, Indica or sativa
Took A hit like Bubba Gump
Pack rolled, that's A double Dutch
Lost my Bic, that's troublesome
I ain't cussed yet?
Well, God damnit mother slut
My man, roll up another one
Top shelf, we level up
Smoking like A cigarette
On my name an some synonyms
THC, if you ain't get it yet
3 grams of wax
vape pen to dab
Go head relax
We smoking to that
Oh that's to fire
Bring me back my lighter
Zig and zag
Off the beat, in the streets
For the paper imma burner
I'm A Blazer like Lillard
Out... for A mission
The brownies, done kicked in
Like ovens and ticking
Or babies, when pregnant
I'm sweating and tripping
We cooling, just finish
The day, and be with it
Rinse, repeat, and relive it
Gotta eighth up in my linens
4:20 blazing on the minute
No time for sticks and stems shit
Cause time is of the essence
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Hands on sticky like the 90's
Gotta glikky in A white tee
Man im piffing and I'm shining
Few grams of this White Rhino
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Put A eighth up in my lungs
Smoking like the chamber of gun
With some gangsters and some thugs
We just trying to blaze up on the bud
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Inna clouds like A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Gotta pound of that pie
Blunt for the reefer
Bongs, or the papers, Indica or sativa
Gotta city boy up inna country
We rolling, keep it crunchy
Quarter of this funky
Stop by the homies
Do A dab, keep it moving
Off the wax, and I'm zooted
Should put me in A museum
Am I seeing what you seeing?
Just pop A damn U-ey
It's Draco, got A QP
Lights camera chronic
4:20 it's A movie
Water for the bong rip
Ain't stopping till we coughing
Happy 4:20 Holidays
Smoking like A train
Got A cone to the head
Like A doggie from the vet
Then get A call from my ex
She wanted sex... not impressed
So I text, I'm with A friend
My guess, she took the hint
Had something to get off my chest
I'm obsessed, I confess
I love her till my death
Best with the head... Not my ex
But that girl, Maryjane
Anytime I say her name
She keep A way the pain
4:20 it's A lifestyle
We live this everyday
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Hands on sticky like the 90's
Gotta glikky in A white tee
Man im piffing and I'm shining
Few grams of this White Rhino
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Put A eighth up in my lungs
Smoking like the chamber of gun
With some gangsters and some thugs
We just trying to blaze up on the bud
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Inna clouds like A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Gotta pound of that pie
Blunt for the reefer
Bongs, or the papers, Indica or sativa
Took A hit like Bubba Gump
Pack rolled, that's A double Dutch
Lost my Bic, that's troublesome
I ain't cussed yet?
Well, God damnit mother slut
My man, roll up another one
Top shelf, we level up
Smoking like A cigarette
On my name an some synonyms
THC, if you ain't get it yet
3 grams of wax
vape pen to dab
Go head relax
We smoking to that
Oh that's to fire
Bring me back my lighter
Zig and zag
Off the beat, in the streets
For the paper imma burner
I'm A Blazer like Lillard
Out... for A mission
The brownies, done kicked in
Like ovens and ticking
Or babies, when pregnant
I'm sweating and tripping
We cooling, just finish
The day, and be with it
Rinse, repeat, and relive it
Gotta eighth up in my linens
4:20 blazing on the minute
No time for sticks and stems shit
Cause time is of the essence
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Hands on sticky like the 90's
Gotta glikky in A white tee
Man im piffing and I'm shining
Few grams of this White Rhino
4:20 be the time
This blunt I'm finna light
Hit it like ya wife
Skyscraper, I'm so high
Put A eighth up in my lungs
Smoking like the chamber of gun
With some gangsters and some thugs
We just trying to blaze up on the bud
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Inna clouds like A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my life
Airing clouds like the sky
Gotta pound of that pie
Blunt for the reefer
Bongs, or the papers, Indica or sativa
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Writer(s): Theron Cole
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