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 shit
It was, she was just like, this shit is beautiful
It was a beautiful moment
You alwa– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
'Cause you, you never know (gangsta grillz)
You never know where the fuck 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, fuck 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 lumbеrjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (uh-huh, right)
She wеnt 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, shit)

Niggas ain't really on the type of shit he on
I hit drizzy and told him I had a milli' for him (oh shit)
I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan
I took the gold bitch home, niggas was big mad (ugh, oh Shit)
I put that bitch 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 bitch for all weather
It never rain in Cali', came with an umbrella (ooh)

Rolls-royce pull up, black boy hop out (man, what the fuck?)
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out
Msg sell out, fuck 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 too warm
My nigga tall, look like a bitch, I call him mulan (hey, oh)
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas cannot fuck with the form of true 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 motherfuckin' 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 shit no more, man, I quit
That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga (fuck niggas is talking to me about?)
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
(All storms is cloudy, nigga) oh, yeah, you asked for it
(Fuckin' crumbs) wish-a-nigga-would face
Fuck you mean nigga?