420 by April 20th Lyrics
[Intro]
Hello, and welcome to your final destination
Please leave your belongings at the door, and
You'll be given the tutorial shortly
[Verse 1]
What am I gonna fly, aye
I don't know you rhyme, aye aye
Running in the 90s like it's nothing, aye
Why am I running the wrong date after
April 20th, that's 4/21, aye
I don't know why you gonna be like the ratio
But with more creativity in the basement, aye
You know you fucked up you underaged kids
But you know you can result in the colorless
Periodic table that was caged for your motherfucking
Disapprovement, aye
I haven't seen you in 98 years poppin' the wrecks
With a text, aye
Surfing around in the chat on Discord, aye aye aye
Barfing up the rats from my stomach that had a cord
(Even though that was a fake and I just wanted to rhyme.)
[Hook]
420 in my bank
And it on my rank, ya
Just put the number 420 and you can rhyme
That shit, ya
Just tell and it will become dank
[Verse 2]
Beating 419, to 420 and you can't even
Show the shit in my fucking whiney hands
And the shit you deserved came and resulted
With my lords, aye
I'm not Chief Keef and you only made the
Keys the beef, aye
Even though I use weak rhymes
But your neck looks like a bine, aye
Showing that with the slime, aye
That can't even make me lie though
Even though you fucking ran through
The roof and then dungoofed
Shooting up the clues, aye
Even though you don't watch Blues
Clues, aye
Why am I just disapproving your underage
420 ugly fucking dead ass normie memes
Even though that was a fucking corny joke
For a meme though
Shooting out from that Dorito, acting like
Some weird ass Cheeto
[Outro]
420 in my ba-
Hello, I will give you a tour now
Take a seat
420 in my bank, yuh.....
Hello, and welcome to your final destination
Please leave your belongings at the door, and
You'll be given the tutorial shortly
[Verse 1]
What am I gonna fly, aye
I don't know you rhyme, aye aye
Running in the 90s like it's nothing, aye
Why am I running the wrong date after
April 20th, that's 4/21, aye
I don't know why you gonna be like the ratio
But with more creativity in the basement, aye
You know you fucked up you underaged kids
But you know you can result in the colorless
Periodic table that was caged for your motherfucking
Disapprovement, aye
I haven't seen you in 98 years poppin' the wrecks
With a text, aye
Surfing around in the chat on Discord, aye aye aye
Barfing up the rats from my stomach that had a cord
(Even though that was a fake and I just wanted to rhyme.)
[Hook]
420 in my bank
And it on my rank, ya
Just put the number 420 and you can rhyme
That shit, ya
Just tell and it will become dank
[Verse 2]
Beating 419, to 420 and you can't even
Show the shit in my fucking whiney hands
And the shit you deserved came and resulted
With my lords, aye
I'm not Chief Keef and you only made the
Keys the beef, aye
Even though I use weak rhymes
But your neck looks like a bine, aye
Showing that with the slime, aye
That can't even make me lie though
Even though you fucking ran through
The roof and then dungoofed
Shooting up the clues, aye
Even though you don't watch Blues
Clues, aye
Why am I just disapproving your underage
420 ugly fucking dead ass normie memes
Even though that was a fucking corny joke
For a meme though
Shooting out from that Dorito, acting like
Some weird ass Cheeto
[Outro]
420 in my ba-
Hello, I will give you a tour now
Take a seat
420 in my bank, yuh.....