Song Details: Rolls Royce Pull Up Black Boy Hop Out Lyrics. The name of the song is LUMBERJACK which is sung by Tyler, The Creator.
Rolls Royce Pull Up Black Boy Hop Out 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 s^^t
It was, she was just like, “This s^^t 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 f^^k 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, f^^k these n^^gas yap ’bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (Yeah, oh)
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, n^^ga)
Call me lumberjack ’cause I wish a n^^ga would race (Uh-huh, right)
She went like “Ah, this the wish-a-n^^ga-could face” (Uh)
They ain’t gettin’ paper like they should, wait
(You n^^gas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, s^^t)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
N^^gas ain’t really on the type of s^^t he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli’ for him (Oh s^^t)
I own my companies full, told ’em to keep the loan
I took the gold b^^ch home, n^^gas was big mad (Ugh, oh… s^^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, n^^ga)
That big boy, that big b^^ch for all weather
It never rain in Cali’, came with an umbrella (Ooh)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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 n^^gas 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 n^^ga would race (Uh-huh)
N^^ga this the face, man I wish a nigg— (It’s the face)
It’s different, it’s really different (Catch up, n^^gas)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Ayo, I might sled in Utah, LA too warm
My n^^ga tall, look like a b^^ch, I call him Mulan (Hey, oh)
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
N^^gas cannot f^^k with the form of true magic (Oh), new wand (N^^ga)
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 (Not six)
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
Rolls-Royce pull up (Zeros), Black boy hop out (Not seven)
Nah, I can’t take this s^^t no more, man, I quit
That’s it, I quit, I swear to God, n^^ga (F^^k n^^gas is talking to me about?)
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-n^^ga-could face
(All storms is cloudy, n^^ga) Oh yeah, you asked for it
(F^^kin’ crumbs) Wish-a-n^^ga-would face
F^^k you mean n^^ga?
