420 Queen Street

Lyrics

[Intro: Various] Lil Sknow done this Yo You got a lighter, bro? This one doesn't work Nah, can you pack me a cone, though? Fuck, I got you I got you, Sknow 420, 420, 420, 420 [Verse 1: ChillinIt] Burn out while I clutch to the wheel Then I shift like gears, take draws from a blunt No breaks, when I overlap the whole pack Catch drifts, Formula One I'm still rappin' automatic 'til I get exhausted I rev horses 'til the wheels get spun (Vroom) That's gonna gas you up like Mazda trucks But fuck it, I've already won Rep it harder like I'm Benihana With the closed eyes and the marijuana I'm Barack Obama, I'm the leader, leader Yes, I see the reaper bring me heavy karma On this hard road, and it's gettin' harder On a hilltop, make your nose bleed When the pills popped, sippin' Henny lager I'ma run it up just like I'm Wes Naqaima (Woah) (420, 420) Test me, nada Keep it hunnid while she stunnin' in Balenciaga Spit a riddim in a minute, I love it, this ain't a gimmick I hit and then I quit it, so don't text me after Riba, Riba with a señorita Smokin' cheebah, cheebah with a sexy mama I got that VB longneck and litre I just sip tequila, I don't get the drama, no Police, don't shoot me, I don't got no guns Don't fuck with jacks, I don't wanna get done Swear that my daddy taught me the art of get the money While mummy take care of your son Family first, don't give a fuck Word is my bond, I'ma die for my blood Family first, don't give a fuck Smokin' the chronic, get high in the cut (Argh) [Verse 2: ChillinIt] I still hit the roach You'll get jumped like jacks if you skip the rope You'll get hung, laidback when I switch the flow It's Christmas flow, the red and green bitches know I stay raw in Dior, she ain't Christian though And my 420 fam's on shit to blow I switch the flow, then pop-pop pistol go 'Cause my mind stays cracked like Da Vinci's code Herbs in a bag like Lipton The zip code trip-two-oh, I cop parcels Bastards, stay with the Stan Lee, Marvel Probably why the nights look new, castle I could damage an amateur 'cause I'm harder The rapper get the package and package it for the market The road looks silk with spliffs that I blow I hit the high road for the online darkness (Argh, argh) Write with pens I keep tools for the wood like Mitre 10 But real talk, though, I don't even like my friends I light the sesh and smoke 'til my life could end Got a few kids that I once grew with Back in the day, they might pretend And that's true shit, everyone's mad 'Cause the shoes fit, mate, get your sizes then I pack mountains, climb it then Get violent then, the hot cold climate then 'Cause I'm a one-eyed cyclops pirate then I got bars, me hearty, I'm high on sesh I still ride for the team on G shit Play with the ball like Steve Smith Don't test me, fast pace, Gillespie The 420 fam stay raw with the weed lit Brudda, I'm a stoner on my Chief Keef shit I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogen I'm cold like the Esky, got the fear factored Like I'm Joe Rogan 'cause I go beast shit Bruv, I'm all over the shop, over the drop Heavy come and getter with the flow that I rock The stoner with pop, was over the top, up in a Nike tee Walk into the club with my brudda, ain't got an ID I'm in the club with my brudda, we keep it hunnid With the keys and the buttons like bruddas that work in IT I walk into the club and my brudda could slip a couple o' hunnid Onto his bruvva like nothin', this shit is Visine All clear, aw, yeah 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up, sayin', "All love" 420 fam staying right here All clear, aw, yeah 420 gonna have a long year I got a middle finger up, sayin', "All love" 420 fam staying right here, like argh Stayin' right here, like Man, I'm gonna get me that stripper [Outro: Lil Sknow] I just copped some gobs in the valley Gettin' top off a bitch in a bally She just wanna get bricked, no Xannies I take pics for the 'Grams, not Grammys Nah, I take pics for the 'Grams, not Grammys And I'm still sad I'm still sad even if I'm happy