(Hook)
Roll it up, light it up, pass that shit left
It’s 4/20, bitch, we gettin’ high to death
Got a fat-ass sack and a fridge full of snacks
Blowin' clouds in the air, ain't no turnin’ back
(Verse 1)
Wake and bake, eyes red as fuck
Smokin' so much, even Snoop would be stuck
Got them backwoods thick like a baseball bat
Got a homie in the corner straight talkin' to his cat
Dabs so hot, nearly melted my brain
Took one hit, forgot my own damn name
Ate a brownie, now I’m floatin’ in space
With a dumbass grin stuck all over my face
(Hook)
Roll it up, light it up, pass that shit left
It’s 4/20, bitch, we gettin’ high to death
Got a fat-ass sack and a fridge full of snacks
Blowin' clouds in the air, ain't no turnin’ back
(Verse 2)
Got a freak in the kitchen rockin' no damn pants
Said, “Take a hit, daddy, then let's dance”
We got Doritos, Cheetos, cookies, and cakes
But someone ate the weed gummies by fuckin’ mistake
High as hell, we don’t give two fucks
Neighbors bangin' on the wall like, “Turn that shit down, bruh!”
But this a 4/20 party, better buckle in tight
'Cause we blastin’ Wiz Khalifa till 3 a.m. tonight
(Bridge)
Call it stoner’s Christmas, rollin’ that tree
Feelin’ like a boss in THC
Grind it, spark it, we don’t do stress
Fuck a hater, pass that shit, bless
(Verse 3 – Gas Station Adventures)
Pulled up to the gas station, high as a kite
Walked in for a drink, stayed there all night
Stuck in aisle 5 just starin’ at chips
Like, “Do I want Doritos or Funyuns, bitch?”
Eyes bloodshot, forgot what I came for
Bought 3 lighters, a hot dog, and s’more
Asked the cashier, “Y’all sell shoes in here?”
She said, “Sir, are you okay?” I said, “Nah, I need beer.”
Tried to pay with my Taco Bell gift card
Left my wallet in the car, man this shit’s hard
Finally made it back with a slurpee and gum
Looked at my homie like, “Bro, what the fuck did I become?”
(Final Hook)
Roll it up, light it up, pass that shit left
It’s 4/20, bitch, we gettin’ high to death
Got a fat-ass sack and a fridge full of snacks
Blowin' clouds in the air, ain't no turnin’ back