[Intro]

420 fam

420 fam

420 fucking fam

420 fam

[Verse 1]

I stay fucked off these herbal potencies

Two sides, brother murder both of me

Bruv, I swear you're not hard

Only got a boxcutter 'cause you work at groceries

I got it tatted 'cause the words were close to me (Argh)

I was getting heavy when the fumes blow

Puff the weed 'til I'm underneath like six feet

Put "I run the scene" on my tombstone

Nothing is ever just what it just seems

We read a propeller, the words sever on a beat

'Cause I'm better than everyone like a weapon or a beast

'Cause I'm better than, better than, better than I oughta be

On the streets, puff buds, going curb to curb

I got junk in the trunk like Fergie Ferg

I feel fucked off the drugs while I swervy swerve

And me and Huskii just shut down the world in Perth

I got sold out shows and packed out arenas

I still blow smoke and packed down sativa

I snoop like dogs, I'm bad boy Khalifa

I still run bars with queens like Latifah, argh

Hips still swing like Serena

Still got a pretty little ting like Selena Gomez

I smoke sesh, blow to reefer

Blow your speaker, Gasolina, and I smoke bonita

[Bridge]

Argh, I do not fuck with your lives

She only fucks with a vibe

Fuck on the side

Baby, you fucked her, not mine

Been there a couple of times

Stay with my brothers for life

I helped the brothers survive

Please do not fuck with my vibe

Memories never will die

Uppercut these motherfuckers

That trying to fuck with our vibe

[Verse 2]

Chill, Chill, brudda, I don't stress

Skip class, hit grass, it's better I blow sesh

Spit bars, spit bars I'm ready and so fresh

Big bra and big arse like Jenifer Lopez

Jam like pearl when I lay with a girl

Gotta tell 'em again, did you know my name like Earl?

Spinnin' the pen and you want a late night twirl

Ah, 420 the fam, it's my world

[Verse 3]

I said I'm C4, blow your beats raw

You get caught behind just like Steve Waugh

I said I'm Principal Skinner, I swear I see more

I was getting with women, I swear I need more

Catch that, baseball mitt

Make your heels flip on a skateboard trick

I got scales with a gram, weighing one point ten

From one point to ten, wanna rate mine? Rate mine? Argh

Here's a money bag for the pillowcase

Whenever I sleep, I got money on my mind

Come a long way from drivin' with the squad

Doin' Mickey D shifts while I hustled on the side

Boy, I was putting work in the gym

Went berserk in the gym, get the muscle for the grind

Fuck tryin' to survive on a nine-five basis

Baby, I get money 'til I die

[Verse 4]

Wordplay, Chill, you're a lost cunt, G

Box up the green like Choc Mundine

Four men with mics on a holy field

I get the money like Floyd when I dropped one beat

Might box ya, rock the Balboas then rock ya

Man, he packs out the door in a day

Bruvva get sugar just like Ray

He smacked out ya jaw like WBA

Eshay, ayy, rock reefer

Can't see me, my G, John Cena

I been around the court, LeBron's sneaker

I'm gonna smoke some more, the bong reaper

I said I rap too hard and I rap too real

'Til my tongue gets sore

That's why I spit these bars

And I run the game like a front row Foward

[Pre-Chorus]

Run it up, run it up, oh Lord

Take a puff with the dutch to fuck you up once

With a blunt, we ain't young no more

Run it up like a front row Forward

Run it up, run it up, oh Lord

Take a puff with the dutch to fuck you up once

With a blunt, we ain't young no more

We run it up like a front row Forward

[Chorus]

Fuck it up, fuck it up

I don't really give a fuck no more

Fuck it up, fuck it up

I don't really give a fuck no more

Fuck it up, fuck it up

I don't really give a fuck no more

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Argh