Lyrics 420 Queen St - Chillinit feat. Lil Sknow

Lil Sknow done this
Yo
You got a lighter bro?
This one doesn't work
Fuck
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, till I get exhausted
I rev horses, till the wheels get spun (vroom)
Thats 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 from the marijuana
I'm Barack Obama I'm the leader leader
Yes I see the reaper bring me heavy karma
On this hard road, but it's gettin' harder
On a hilltop, make ya nosebleed
When the pills popped, sippin Henny lager
I'ma run it up just like I'm Wes Naqaima (no)
(420 420)
Test me nada
Keep it hunnid while she stunnin n Balenciaga
Spit a riddim in a minute I love it this ain't a gimmick
I hit then I quit it so don't text me after
Rita Riba with a señorita
Smokin' cheebah cheebah with a sexy mama
Got that VB longneck and litre
I just sip Tequila I don't get the drama
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 her 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 chron' I get high in the cut (ugh)
I still hit the roach
You'll get jumped like jacks if you skip the rope
You'll get hung laid back 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 fams on shit to blow
I switch the flow then pop pop pistols go
Cos my mind stays cracked like Da Vinci's code
Herbs in a bag like Lipton
The zip code, Trip Two 0, I cop parcels
Bastards, stay with the stan lee, marvel
Prolly why my nights look new, castle
I could damage an amateur cos I'm hardest
The rapper get a package and package it for the market
The road looks silk, with spliffs that i blow
Cos I hit That high road for the online darkness
(Ugh Ugh)
Write with pens
I keep tools for the wood, like Mitre Ten
But real talk though, I don't even like my friends
I light the sesh and smoke till my life could end
Got a few kids, that I once grew with, (back in the day)
They might pretend
But thats true shit, everyones mad cos (the shoes fit mate)
Get ya sizes then
I pack mountains, and climb it then
Get violent then, I'm hot cold climates then
See I'm a one eyed cyclops pirate then
I got barrrrrrrrs me hearty, Im high on sesh
And still ride for the team on G shit
Play wit a ball like Steve Smith
Dont test me faced pace Gillespie
The 420 fam stay raw with the weed lit
Brudda I'ma stoner, on my Chief Keef shit
I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogen
Cold like eskis, Got the Fear Factor
Like I'm Joe Rogan, cos I go beast shit
Bruv I'm all over the shop, all over the drop
Heavy and come and get it with the flow that I rock
The stoner with pot, was over the top, I'm in a Nike tee
Walk into the club and my brudda ain't got an ID
Walk into the club with my brudda he keep it hunna
With the keys and the buttons like bruddas that work in IT
Walk in the club and my brudda could slip a couple a hunnas
Onto his bruvva like nothin this shit is Visine
All clear all yeh
420 gonna have a long year
I got a middle finger up saying all love
420 fam staying right here
All clear, aw, yeah
420 gonna have a long year
I got a middle finger up saying all love
420 fam staying right here
Man, I'm gonna get me that stripper
I just copped some gobs in the valley,
Getting 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