Wiz Khalifa – 420 Freestyle Lyrics

420 Freestyle

Wiz Khalifa

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"420 Freestyle." - Wiz Khalifa

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:54 pm

Album: Rolling Papers 2

Track No: 19

(30, you a fool for this one)
(Mike WiLL made-it)
Uh (EarDrummers)
I was posted on the block with a big ass joint
Police everywhere, so we stay on point
Money in my hand, pockets stay on swole
And if you ever ask a question, ****, we don't know!
Don't be talkin' to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama
And don't even be hittin' my phone if it ain't 'bout commas
I'ma ride everyday for my gang with no problem
And if a **** want beef, we filet 'em and chop 'em
I get high everyday, you could say I'm a doctor
Got my **** out the streets, you could say I'm a prophet
I got money in the bank, it can't fit in the wallet
I got **** in the pen, but that ain't on the topic
Roll the weed in the paper, you would think it was college
Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest
If a **** talk crazy, then we leavin' him tarnished
Yeah, my crib in the hills, but I came from the bottom
I ain't worried 'bout the mills 'cause I already got 'em
Every time I'm in the bank, tryna make an deposit
If I'm hoppin' on the plane, know I'm gon' make a profit
Got the keys to the game if I wanna unlock it
I be smokin' K.K. till you think I'm unconscious
I'm a real-ass ****, no, my style ain't polished
You's a fake-ass ****, no, you can't come 'round us
Was 'round good weed back when our parents could ground us
Now I'm doin' real shit that they say that they proud of
Fucked up situations tryna get my guys out of
If you see a **** with me, best believe that they 'bout it
Taylor Gang or they die, best believe that they shout it
I pour up a lot of drink, come to weed, need a mountain
Keep the money comin' in, run to me like a fountain
Lot of fuck **** hate, I can see 'em, they doubt it
Don't approach the situation, they just reachin' around it
I ain't scared of confrontation, me, I'm speakin' about it
I got so much fuckin' money that I need an accountant
I'm so big, you don't see me, you just readin' about it
If you comin' at the gang, then you need to re-route it
Wanna know how I maintain? Well, the secrets stay silent
**** wanna know the formula 'cause we done found it
Make another hundred mill, I ain't gon' be cool about it
Made my way up out my city, it could be kinda violent
'Cause when you gettin' money, **** try to slide on you
And when it's said and done, them hoes switch sides on you
But I got four dime-pieces at the crib waitin' for me
Two cell phones 'cause the money keep comin'
O's in my bank, ain't no one fuckin' with me
Smokin' K.K. like everyday 4/20

Writer(s): Twon Beatz, EZ Elpee, Mike WiLL Made-It, 30 Roc, Wiz Khalifa.

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