Yung Wifi - Pre-Roll (Intro)

It was the 5th grade, the first time I ever rolled up
Some things are in us, not on us
Don't lie to me, just be honest
(Whitty Whit)
Some people, they don't know how to play the cards that they were dealt
Paying too much attention to other people's hands
Grab a 5-pack, exhale the bullshit
Listen
My bitch nasty, suck it til' her knees hurt
Eyes on my heart like a CDG t-shirt
Get lotta guap, I don't really need her
Pineapple and dick the only things that I feed her
She fuck with me, I get paid like the meter
I'm taxing
Nevermind that, back to the rapping
It makes me sick to my stomach when they capping
You're my son, I'mma smack you and hand you a baby aspirin
This shit is exquisite
I'm smoking on pre-roll packwoods with some Runtz in it
Don't have a stylist
Look in my closet, you would see a lot of fine denim
The ville, I spend a lot of time in it
My bitch bad, whip fast
Pull up, order water with a lime in it
Waiter daps me up, I put a five in it
Getting litty since 95', I've been wifi since I was 18
Whitty brought the WAV, so I'm surfing
Popping Percocet and drinking on some Hennessy
They not fucking with me

Written by:
Nicholas Shannon

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