"DC Young Fly (Skit) / 4:20" lyrics
Lil Twist, DC Young Fly & Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
[Twist:] Look at Alex gum eating ass over there
[DC:] Ay ay ay, ay Twist, ay nigga
[Twist:] What up
[DC:] You, you, you finna go to last period?
[Twist:] I mean, I was
[DC:] Man, damn that, damn that
[DC:] Look, what you need to do is
[Twist:] Uh huh
[DC:] Get the breezy's. I'm gonna bring the weed.
[Twist:] Right
[DC:] We going crazy. You already know what time it is.
[Twist:] Bruh , Mr. Davis, bruh.
[DC:] Damn that. It's a beautiful day. We finna get high.
We finna get fucked up
Ugly ass lil boy, let's do it (ah)
[Twist:] Alright, come on, bruh
Youngin'
Yeah
Youngin'
I, jumped off the porch
With a dollar and a quarter
Don't know if it's that gas
But shit, I know it got the odor
Couple chips on my shoulders
Couple rocks, bricks and boulders
Had them junkies comin' back, weekly
Like niggas playin' poker
I'm in the streets
Had to look both ways
Cold summers, hot winters
What we call, coke plays
I'm in the old school, playin' the OJ's
"Forever Mine"- homie
Let the top dine
If niggas play, I keep that iron on me
Never been the type to let them shine on me
I'm the big homie
I get the game from the blueprint
My fingerprints on it
Now check this out, nigga
Glock 40 on the couch, nigga
Hoes call me Master P
I'm bout it, bout it
Bout figures
Ouch, nigga. You niggas is garbage can
Grouch, niggas
28 in a clip
Inside my fanny pouch, nigga
One blaw, nigga
A Split ya Uni-brow, nigga
Have your family meetin' up for candlelight and
House dinners
Made him gather round
Talk about it
His body had some chalk around it
I'm laughin' in my loft about it
Shootin' with precision
F and N with the scope around it
This won't knock a nigga off a horse
Let's try a fucking mountain
Numbers on his head, won't even call my accountant
These niggas cheap like these white hoes
I still give allowance
Flippin' bitches by the thousands
No more public housing
G4 Jet to Mexico, a nigga just loungin'
Eliante, deep water diamonds, Nick drowning
10 ten toes planted
But had to find a "new balance"
New world
I'm a dog, new merle
New drugs
I'm pouring juice
For Juice WRLD
That's thug love
These niggas couldn't see me
With 2020
You put me and Dave together
That's magic like Shaq and Penny
Since 14 been stackin' pennies
And pouring Remy
Screamin' Mula
In different cities, watch niggas envy
Hear me screaming must suck to suck bitch
Come and test your luck bitch
And watch me leave him stuck bitch
My niggas call me MJ when I clutch bitch
I'm clutch bitch
Shoot em once
You hear the ambulance rush bitch!
I roll a fat J
With a glass crutch bitch
That's what I drink
That's McQueen in my cup Crip
Hit the Kush, now I'm the nigga that she stuck with
Don't give a fuck, my mother good, and my son rich
Fill that bag with grass
No more signing autographs
Reminiscing on millions
That I spent in my past
Digital dollars, crypto
But some come in cash
Make sure the comfort last
Good with the puff and pass
My car a different class
Late night date with a bitch
You think her slipper glass
She got a face like a queen
But got a stripper's ass
More bottles of McQueen
Light shit up like we filming for a movie scene
There ain't no in-between
Lot of ice in our rings
Gold on our sink
Went from one chain
To different color diamond links
See the Kush in my eyes
Every time I blink
Them fast cars, we park em outside
When she smell the weed
She jump in' and ride
My shit customized
Say I'm the truth
Had enough of them lies
We don't ditch the herb
We just tuck it and fly
In the cut, getting fried
Smoking in places I ain't supposed to be
When it's all over, they'll make a toast for me
Come to my section
You'll only see gangsters close to me
We got medical like we hold degrees
Blow trees
Bring bitches on live
Let them smoke with me
She dressin' up at the crib
Doin' her toes for me
But I'm just counting up
Puttin' these hundred dollar bills
In this safe, smokin' kill
While it's piling' up
Killin' they doubt
Before I even put the doobie out
Spent 30 racks
No ashes on the couch
Bring some bitches to the house
But distract them so they don't see the route
It ain't the wave
Unless we announce it
My diamonds wet
They drippin' like a fountain
That new Corvette
We hopin' in and bouncin'
Her pussy wet
I almost slipped and drowned in
They lost, they touch
I went and found it
Always first to hit them bitches
Never rebounding
Flight Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention please?
As, we go through the following safety instructions
[DC:] Ay ay ay, ay Twist, ay nigga
[Twist:] What up
[DC:] You, you, you finna go to last period?
[Twist:] I mean, I was
[DC:] Man, damn that, damn that
[DC:] Look, what you need to do is
[Twist:] Uh huh
[DC:] Get the breezy's. I'm gonna bring the weed.
[Twist:] Right
[DC:] We going crazy. You already know what time it is.
[Twist:] Bruh , Mr. Davis, bruh.
[DC:] Damn that. It's a beautiful day. We finna get high.
We finna get fucked up
Ugly ass lil boy, let's do it (ah)
[Twist:] Alright, come on, bruh
Youngin'
Yeah
Youngin'
I, jumped off the porch
With a dollar and a quarter
Don't know if it's that gas
But shit, I know it got the odor
Couple chips on my shoulders
Couple rocks, bricks and boulders
Had them junkies comin' back, weekly
Like niggas playin' poker
I'm in the streets
Had to look both ways
Cold summers, hot winters
What we call, coke plays
I'm in the old school, playin' the OJ's
"Forever Mine"- homie
Let the top dine
If niggas play, I keep that iron on me
Never been the type to let them shine on me
I'm the big homie
I get the game from the blueprint
My fingerprints on it
Now check this out, nigga
Glock 40 on the couch, nigga
Hoes call me Master P
I'm bout it, bout it
Bout figures
Ouch, nigga. You niggas is garbage can
Grouch, niggas
28 in a clip
Inside my fanny pouch, nigga
One blaw, nigga
A Split ya Uni-brow, nigga
Have your family meetin' up for candlelight and
House dinners
Made him gather round
Talk about it
His body had some chalk around it
I'm laughin' in my loft about it
Shootin' with precision
F and N with the scope around it
This won't knock a nigga off a horse
Let's try a fucking mountain
Numbers on his head, won't even call my accountant
These niggas cheap like these white hoes
I still give allowance
Flippin' bitches by the thousands
No more public housing
G4 Jet to Mexico, a nigga just loungin'
Eliante, deep water diamonds, Nick drowning
10 ten toes planted
But had to find a "new balance"
New world
I'm a dog, new merle
New drugs
I'm pouring juice
For Juice WRLD
That's thug love
These niggas couldn't see me
With 2020
You put me and Dave together
That's magic like Shaq and Penny
Since 14 been stackin' pennies
And pouring Remy
Screamin' Mula
In different cities, watch niggas envy
Hear me screaming must suck to suck bitch
Come and test your luck bitch
And watch me leave him stuck bitch
My niggas call me MJ when I clutch bitch
I'm clutch bitch
Shoot em once
You hear the ambulance rush bitch!
I roll a fat J
With a glass crutch bitch
That's what I drink
That's McQueen in my cup Crip
Hit the Kush, now I'm the nigga that she stuck with
Don't give a fuck, my mother good, and my son rich
Fill that bag with grass
No more signing autographs
Reminiscing on millions
That I spent in my past
Digital dollars, crypto
But some come in cash
Make sure the comfort last
Good with the puff and pass
My car a different class
Late night date with a bitch
You think her slipper glass
She got a face like a queen
But got a stripper's ass
More bottles of McQueen
Light shit up like we filming for a movie scene
There ain't no in-between
Lot of ice in our rings
Gold on our sink
Went from one chain
To different color diamond links
See the Kush in my eyes
Every time I blink
Them fast cars, we park em outside
When she smell the weed
She jump in' and ride
My shit customized
Say I'm the truth
Had enough of them lies
We don't ditch the herb
We just tuck it and fly
In the cut, getting fried
Smoking in places I ain't supposed to be
When it's all over, they'll make a toast for me
Come to my section
You'll only see gangsters close to me
We got medical like we hold degrees
Blow trees
Bring bitches on live
Let them smoke with me
She dressin' up at the crib
Doin' her toes for me
But I'm just counting up
Puttin' these hundred dollar bills
In this safe, smokin' kill
While it's piling' up
Killin' they doubt
Before I even put the doobie out
Spent 30 racks
No ashes on the couch
Bring some bitches to the house
But distract them so they don't see the route
It ain't the wave
Unless we announce it
My diamonds wet
They drippin' like a fountain
That new Corvette
We hopin' in and bouncin'
Her pussy wet
I almost slipped and drowned in
They lost, they touch
I went and found it
Always first to hit them bitches
Never rebounding
Flight Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention please?
As, we go through the following safety instructions
