"Lumberjack" lyrics
Mm, mm
She drop that ass and, mm, mm
(Ayo, Ash, this it)
If we order one more bottle, we might be done in here (Done)
I advise you to don't start a fight with us, you know it's a gun somewhere (You know it)
7.62 knock down trees, that four 'bout to kick like a lumberjack (Dah, dah)
Them BBLs aight, but she do them squats, then you know that ass gettin' fat (I see it, see it)
That ARP hit steady, just hold it down if you ain't got a stock attached (Oh, damn)
Soon as I seen you, I grabbed your heart 'cause your body snatched (Come here)
Treat a nigga hood like we shoppin', they all price tagged (I see you)
My lil' nigga geeked up, call the body, that's a hi-hat (Haha)
Yeah, you so goddamn gorgeous, money mean nothin' to me (Nothin', nothin')
Grade me in that jungle, I make straight A's, I'm talkin' 'bout the honors list (Uh-uh)
That Perc' don't work, I eat more honey than a bumblebee (You hear me?)
Shed blood and tears for these mills, nigga, don't humble me
All my pretty bitches put your lights in the air (Let me see it)
Addicted to that re-up, shit, that's why they call it trap, nigga (I understand)
In New York with eleven fine bitches, Jalen Brunson (Can you hear me?)
I know that my opps block hate to see me comin' (Yeah)
Grown, but we can still play house, have us hunchin'
10 MM with a button, stock on the front, make 'em—
Bro was tryna get close, but I was too happy, start shootin' early
These bitches easy, Sunday mornin', I'ma fuck, I call her my girlfriend
All my pretty bitches put your lights in the air
Addicted to that re-up, shit, that's why they call it trap, nigga
In New York with eleven fine bitches, Jalen Brunson
I know that my opps block hate to see me comin'
She drop that ass and, mm, mm
(Ayo, Ash, this it)
If we order one more bottle, we might be done in here (Done)
I advise you to don't start a fight with us, you know it's a gun somewhere (You know it)
7.62 knock down trees, that four 'bout to kick like a lumberjack (Dah, dah)
Them BBLs aight, but she do them squats, then you know that ass gettin' fat (I see it, see it)
That ARP hit steady, just hold it down if you ain't got a stock attached (Oh, damn)
Soon as I seen you, I grabbed your heart 'cause your body snatched (Come here)
Treat a nigga hood like we shoppin', they all price tagged (I see you)
My lil' nigga geeked up, call the body, that's a hi-hat (Haha)
Yeah, you so goddamn gorgeous, money mean nothin' to me (Nothin', nothin')
Grade me in that jungle, I make straight A's, I'm talkin' 'bout the honors list (Uh-uh)
That Perc' don't work, I eat more honey than a bumblebee (You hear me?)
Shed blood and tears for these mills, nigga, don't humble me
All my pretty bitches put your lights in the air (Let me see it)
Addicted to that re-up, shit, that's why they call it trap, nigga (I understand)
In New York with eleven fine bitches, Jalen Brunson (Can you hear me?)
I know that my opps block hate to see me comin' (Yeah)
Grown, but we can still play house, have us hunchin'
10 MM with a button, stock on the front, make 'em—
Bro was tryna get close, but I was too happy, start shootin' early
These bitches easy, Sunday mornin', I'ma fuck, I call her my girlfriend
All my pretty bitches put your lights in the air
Addicted to that re-up, shit, that's why they call it trap, nigga
In New York with eleven fine bitches, Jalen Brunson
I know that my opps block hate to see me comin'
