Cuatro/Veinte

[Verse 1: Schmidt]

Yeah you know we don't fuck around
4/20 in the town, bitch 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 bitch I'm impressive
Take your anti-depressants, and follow the lesson
This that Schmidty season, so you know this ain't shitty
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 bitches 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
Fuck you I do what I want that's a statement, yeah I beat your ass Jason Statham
All you guys expendables, you know, easy replacements
That's why you always kept all up in our basement
Bitches not convincing, eating strudels with fish sticks
Don't call them Gayfish, or you might get in some beef with Kanye, Oh shit I'm struggling, mumbling, and talking shit
Going in, no fucking 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 bitch think she 18 but in reality she 30
Smoking weed with the hipsters at coachella, running reckless in this bitch 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, nigga who is at the door?
Never been the type to show off for a bitch
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 nigga CkFree
And they know me cause I got that good tree
Like Nigga 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 niggas in the trap
We been selling hella packs
Used to sit around in the cypher circles with the fuckin backwood, I'm so good, don't you worry bout me nigga
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 bitch
Said that she don't do this often but she do it with the kid
Cause she say I treat her right, nigga 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 fuck nigga, or a bitch cause most of yall are sluts
Thinking that you lowkey, but I see you while I'm sitting back and smokin thinking what if this bitch never started drinking
She could prolly be a niggas homie, actin like a brat
Do I need to get your little pony? All you'll ever be
A pretty bitch with them friends that's phony
It's been 2 years bitch don't come around acting like you know me, I don't play that shit 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 nigga and Ima tell you straight
Bitch don't be late, I might just leave the dead weight
Leave you in the dust, if it's a must
My shits gone never die, it might just catch a little rust
I got hella niggas with me but I still have a hard time with trust