Wub Wub - Pre-Roll Lyrics

Hit the store just to buy a pre-roll
Lock the door cause I don't f*ck with people
I don't keep up with supreme or the f*ckin 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 f*ckin valley where it echo

Can you get past facts?
Cover with another mask
These mother f*ckers want this gas
My other brothers half & half
Their lovers covered all their tracks
We number suckers caught in traps
They stutter, cut her, f*ck 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
F*ck your friends, aye