Lumberjack Lyrics

Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out

Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn’t

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 alway– you always 

keep the picnic blankets in the back

Cause you, you never know

You never know where the fuck you gon’ end up at

 

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

Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood

Call me lumbеrjack cause 

I wish a nigga would race

 

She wеnt like Ah, this the wish-a-nigga-could face

They ain’t gettin’ paper like they should, wait

Niggas ain’t really on the type of shit he on

I hit Drizzy and told him

 I had a milli’ for him

I own my companies full,

 told ’em to keep the loan

I took that gold bitch home, 

niggas was big mad

 

I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate

And bought another car cause

 I ain’t know how to celebrate

That big boy, that big bitch for all weather

It never rain in Cali’, came with an umbrella

 

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?

 

Good credit score, this card really can’t max out

Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood

Call me lumberjack cause 

I wish a nigga would race

Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigga

It’s different, it’s really different

 

Ayo, I might sled in Utah, 

LA is too warm

My nigga tall, look like a bitch, 

I call him Mulan

Salad colored emerald on finger,

 the size of croutons

Niggas can not fuck with performance of magic, new wand

That’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo

 

Used to laugh at me, 

listen to me with their ears closed

Used to treat me like that boy from

 Malcolm in the Middle

Now I’m zero, zero, 

zero, zero, zero, zero

Rolls-Royce pull up Zero,

 

Black boy hop out

Nah, I can’t take this shit no more, man, I quit

That’s it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga

Fuck niggas talking to me about?

 

Quality Wednesday music

Wish-a-nigga-could face

Oh yeah, you asked for it

Wish-a-nigga-would face

Fuck you mean, nigga?.