LUMBERJACK lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]

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)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]

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 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, shit)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]

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)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper]

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)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]

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)

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]

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?