Four Twenny Freestyle 2 Lyrics

What are you about to do

I'm 'bout to roll up

You rollin' another one

Yeah

Oh

Why

Hm

You okay

Yeah I'm good, why

Oh

I never need nobody to gas me up

All I need is somebody to pass the blunt

I never need nobody to wrap it up

If you tryna light up one, just dap me up

(ay)

Lebby got a zip in the car

Lebby take a hit, he don't cough

Let me make the whip lose the top

I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped

My lightskin bae sweet as hell but when she smoke, turn ghetto

I can't feel my footsteps like I'm walking on marshmallows

My eyes look so fried you thought I'm right off of the griddle

Won't believe the size this doobie; I'm gon' make it little

I'm a feen feen feen feen feen feen feen

For the weed weed weed weed weed weed weed

I like green green green green green green green

By the p-o-u-n-d-l-b yeah

This right here that gas that just really got me floatin'

This really that gas, rolled up in the wax and coated

This here, this that gas, got me dreaming in the morning

This shit is so gas I look sleepy in the photos

Yeah, you be on your ass when you smoke, but I get active

Two G's in the Backwood and I'm not gonna pass it

Tokin' in the backseat, got nowhere to ash it

Gotta re-up on the stash, makin' rackies on the backend

(ay)

Lebby got a zip in the car

Lebby take a hit, he don't cough

Let me make the whip lose the top

I was worrying 'bout shit, then I stopped

This that type of gas I think I really need a lot of

This that type of gas that really hit like a pinata

This that type of gas that really, really got me fucked up

My flower with your flower, we mix up, make a salad

Just rolled twenty blunts and now my fingers stick together

This bud lookin' sparkly and I ain't got the flash on

I might do some kush-ups til' I can't no more and pass out

Bitch, I'm the loudest at this party and I ain't even peepin'

This bud in my hand got picked right out the garden of Eden (woo)

I can't figure out if she wanna hit this blunt or me

Shawty took like three damn hits and now she say she greened

Slow burn with that toke I hit so long the cherry blinkin' (ay)

You gon' rip your "Penjamin," all tweaked out, fuck you thinkin' (ay)

"Puff puff pass," my ass, you ain't put in, so drop your lighter (ay)

I dont need to break my weed cause I'm the biggest grinder, yeah

Know that it's my dream to circle sesh with all my idols, yeah

We blowin' more O's than Cheerios, we nothin' like ya, uh

Wake up, bake up, no occasion, daily fuckin' cycle uh

Blowin' smoke out in the open, how my fuckin' night go, uh

King Palm popping filters, flavoring the hits, okay

Use the blunt as pre workout to help me when I lift okay

I said this that type of gas that I'll be smokin' in the meanwhile

This that type of gas that make me think I wanna freestyle

I mean, I don't - I don't think it's necessary

You bout' to cry

No

I mean, I'm already high, how much higher you tryna get

This boy high

Man, take me home

Lets go