420 & 201 - Chillinit, Huskii

It’s 420 I’m back again

420, 420 I’m back again

Strawberry and alize

420 I’m back again

420 I’m back again

Check — It’s 420 I’m back again

Cali kush tasting like strawberry and alize

It’s all good when I board checking your baggage mate

Signal when I talk in a court, stashed in a carrot cake

George Bush and a boar packed in a satty mate

The shit I spend on weed is more cash than your daddy make

Marijuana and buss is for nearly four days

Thousand and a from the Meriton here with Fortay

Smokin ashes to ashes up in the hallway

Please baby maybe it’s me, you make the call babe

I put a bar on your neck, that’s a squat rack

Sent your girl footage of fuckin her on his whatsapp

Mate,

We ain’t no good for them, my baby

But we rock and smoke heavy, and mob em like Joe Pesci

And brother my bro’s ready, we got zeros to make

I need the Aston that’s vroomin in the back ting

One day Imma play the super bowl like Janet Jackson while I’m on my Eric Clapton

Play my tears in heaven for my son I never backed him and I wish I fucking had

him, what a dumb cunt (ugh)

These politicians tax what I earn

That’s why I’m learning how these early birds can catch all these worms

And I just made one hundred racks and smoked a pack of this herb

Got on a plane evaded jacks and bought it back for my girl, word

It’s 420 I’m back again

420, 420 I’m back again

Strawberry and alize

420 I’m back again

420 I’m back again

No defeat like it’s Meg and Tory, I shoot for the stars

Risk it all we doin missions with this spoon full of jars

Leave the henny to Chill, I’m still gettin loose off of bars

Sold my soul in the segro cells these are lucifer bars

I ain’t made for this rappin shit you all knew from the start

Lucky that my brother threw me a start

Loaded up I breach parole over COVID to go move bupe in the yard

I put 330 on a keg, it comes with cuban cigars

(Shut the fuck up)

We be cuttin pears on a plate

I don’t want the tracking number I’ll be there in a day

You got the addy already, remember I sent that cali?

We had a GPS tracker, you put that pack in your safe

(Lol)

I’m still goin AWOL off of 8ball

Cold heart women still wanna know when the plate warm

I got 'H' I got 'I', but go to jail if I J-walk

'Kay that’s a L but making Ms in a cake walk

(Ha)

It’s 420 and 201

Chill put my boy in a grow house from all them tour funds

It’s in the family ties, it could never sever us

Swear all these other rappers just wishin that they the two of us

(Nah)

This Thai smack it ain’t from Tuivasa

But it’ll knock you out the same so what you doin after?

Nah I’m just playin

They know I’m the sewer master

Splinter in this bitch I taught these turtles how to move it faster

It’s 420 I’m back again

420, 420 I’m back again

Strawberry and alize