Schmidt - Cuatro/Veinte lyrics

[Verse 1: Schmidt] Yeah you know we don't f** around 4/20 in the town, b**h I smoke around CK Free on the wheel, with the feeling in my body as if I had drank Bacardi, but no mollys on my body Only green herb for the nerves, if I don't I go berserk Wanna chill and watch a movie on the couch Then get lost in the world, with the girl I deserve Smoking spliffs on the beach, getting wavy with the waves Baby I know you roll the best blunts Seems like you had lessons with cheech and chong Making stupid songs, just for you to sing along Mary Jane in the air, it might seem like we don't care But how we put it in the breeze you might think it's febreze Just shut up and freeze, you know Schmidty Schmidt spitting fire on the coldest beats, so I melt them No way to protect them, this might serve as a lesson Yeah b**h I'm impressive Take your anti-depressants, and follow the lesson This that Schmidty season, so you know this ain't sh**ty But the way that I'm cheefing, I won't give you a reason You might think that it's allergy season the way that I'm spitting, never stop, always speeding 150 on the highway, all this b**hes wanting prom dates There's some days that are better than some Fridays But it's four twenty and clock hit the spot I'm gonna hit this bong, but the smell is so strong That it had me like K.O., build my house up with legos f** you I do what I want that's a statement, yeah I beat your a** Jason Statham All you guys expendables, you know, easy replacements That's why you always kept all up in our basement b**hes not convincing, eating strudels with fish sticks Don't call them Gayfish, or you might get in some beef with Kanye, Oh sh** I'm struggling, mumbling, and talking sh** Going in, no f**ing up, always high up in a blunt Meant for higher existence than you might know Always speaking español, for no reason that's forsure But you know I sound cool, with this beaner from Cancún Going all up to the moon, to get some alien poon Drinking on that tang, and you know that I am ready This b**h think she 18 but in reality she 30 Smoking weed with the hipsters at coachella, running reckless in this b**h Michael Cera [Verse 2: CK Free] *Mumbling Where should I start? Right after this? Don't bother me I'm in the studio Always got the feens blowing up my phone Always got the best smoke, what date is it? Yeah you know this that 420 flow Knock knock, n***a who is at the door? Never been the type to show off for a b**h Never been the type to snitch Always been the type to go get what I want Always been the type to trap off the front Cause Ima bring it right back And they know I'm good for atleast 2 sacs Yeah I'm in the streets and I do that But it's lowkey cause I'm known as that n***a CkFree And they know me cause I got that good tree Like n***a Whatchu´ mean? I was raised on the street right down from the Walgreens I was sellin hella´ green, doing everything the hard way Grindin´tryna´ run my city like I'm pee wee long way But I'm never crippin´blood thicker And I'm givin back to all my n***as in the trap We been selling hella packs Used to sit around in the cypher circles with the f**in backwood, I'm so good, don't you worry bout me n***a Just cause you ain't seen me don't mean that I ain't gettin better, I been stayin in the crib right behind the aprende 4206 Come see me, just bring a wrap, you know we gone get lit I always got that sac, and I'm smokin with yo b**h Said that she don't do this often but she do it with the kid Cause she say I treat her right, n***a you ain't really nice Said we'd only do this once turned that two times now this thrice, I'm just tryna make a life off what I'm livin´ Never switchin, up, for a f** n***a, or a b**h cause most of yall are s*uts Thinking that you lowkey, but I see you while I'm sitting back and smokin thinking what if this b**h never started drinking She could prolly be a n***as homie, actin like a brat Do I need to get your little pony? All you'll ever be A pretty b**h with them friends that's phony It's been 2 years b**h don't come around acting like you know me, I don't play that sh** no more It's not on my agenda, and get up out my face Unless you talkin bout that bread now Baby you summer time fine, I'm wondering how's the head now, get you to my crib and Ima go and take that dress off Sit up on my face, if you above an 8 Cause Ima freaky n***a and Ima tell you straight b**h don't be late, I might just leave the dead weight Leave you in the dust, if it's a must My sh**s gone never die, it might just catch a little rust I got hella n***as with me but I still have a hard time with trust