LUMBERJACK
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't- (Hold up)
"Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this"
Haha, that's what my mom was sayin'
She, she was cryin' and sh*t
It was, she was just like, "This sh*t is beautiful"
It was a beautiful moment
You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
'Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)
You never know where the f**k you gon' end up at
(Okay, haha, let's go, now we ready)
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out
MSG sell out, f**k these niggas yap 'bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (Yeah, oh)
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga)
Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh, right)
She went like "Ah, this the wish-a-nigga-could face" (Uh)
They ain't gettin' paper like they should, wait
(You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, sh*t)
Niggas ain't really on the type of sh*t he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli' for him (Oh sh*t)
I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan
I took that gold b**ch home, niggas was big mad (Ugh, oh sh*t)
I put that b**ch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car 'cause I ain't know how to celebrate (Top shelf, nigga)
That big boy, that big b**ch for all weather
It never rain in Cali', came with an umbrella (Ooh)
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out (Man, what the f**k?)
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out
MSG sell out, f**k these niggas yap 'bout? (Sold out)
Good credit score, this card really can't max out (Wow)
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh)
Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg...(It's the face)
It's different, it's really different (Catch up, niggas)
Ayo, I might sled in Utah, LA is too warm
My nigga tall, look like a b**ch, I call him Mulan (Hey, oh)
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas can not f**k with performance of magic (Oh), new wand (Nigga)
That's my nuance, used to be the weirdo (Ah)
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy from Malcolm in the Middle (Why I'm motherf**kin' rich)
Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (That's six)
Rolls-Royce pull up (Zero), Black boy hop out (That's seven)
Nah, I can't take this sh*t no more, man, I quit
That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga
f**k niggas talking to me about?
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
(All storms is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it
(f**kin' crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face
f**k you mean, nigga?
