Wub Wub - Pre-Roll

Hit the store just to buy a pre-roll
Lock the door cause I don't fuck with people
I don't keep up with supreme or the fuckin lingo
In the attic got the smoke creeking out the window

I'm hot-boxin' extendo's
Only rep black & yellow
My flip flops is Nintendo
I'm Chris Rock with a banjo
My life go down then crescendo
I murder poets like Brandohhh
I do it all on a demo
Catch my memo in Sacramento
Deep in that fuckin valley where it echo

Can you get past facts?
Cover with another mask
These mother fuckers want this gas
My other brothers half & half
Their lovers covered all their tracks
We number suckers caught in traps
They stutter, cut her, fuck these packs
Our upper thunder grow us racks

Southern okie jackass
Is who I am
Catch me with the fam going ham
With a masterplan to do it all again
Fuck your friends, aye

Written by:
Kenneth Fletcher

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