Uh, uh, ayy, uh, it's me and DJ, uh, ayy

Yo, look at these Cardinals DJs, uh

Nah, it's 5G, no 5G out here

I got 5D in my wood

Whackin' and hackin' and stackin' it wood

Ain't no 5G the wood, but 5G in this wood

I don't like cleanin' my plates or my hands

And I don't like to clean up my place, but I should

I don't like talkin' or yappin', but I make it happen

Sometimes the pussy good

I don't like talkin' or yappin', I'd rather be way out the way and be misunderstood

It's hot, I got a whole lot of chiggas crawlin' in my socks

And I sleep in a tent on a cot, but I still walk around

Some pep in my step, some swag in my walk

They like to say that it's cap but it's not and they tryna say willy gon quit or gon stop

I'm in the woods with my bro and my dawg don't even answer the label call

I couldn't get paid to play with y'all

I be running around in the woods with my band you can run up but you'll probably get put down

You a stand up guy but around me you sit down

And that's not talk that's how it go down

Tough cause I'm this and I'm this and I'm this and I'm that

Talk on the beat like I talk with my bro yeah that's just how it goes I ain't really tryn bread

And I stray off the path boy I came out the woods I don't hunt but I trap

They like Tommy Lee Jones, me and Will back to back

The extended farmhouse, all you hear is the pitter-pat

I be talkin' my talk, these boys chitter-chat

Play pullin' up, girl, I'm gon' have to hit you back

And I float like a motherfuckin' river rat

Look in my eye, they're like, "Luc what you winkin' at"

Girl, I feel like Sinatra on my way

Path less traveled, I don't take the highway

And the neighbors gon' look at me sideways

Even though I helped'em shovel they driveway

And there ain't no 5G in the 6

But I got a whole 3-5 inside of this flip

Gotta roll up my jeans, I be checkin' for ticks

Thirty cars on the dirt road like there's an eclipse

That boy DJ a show off

Sparkin' a bleep with the light on the stove top

Sellin' shrooms like I work at the co-op

West side of mass like the Nipmuck in Mohawk

We the type to kick over the roadblock

Hundred miles plus on the path let's travel

And the voice in my head start to babble

New Balance 990's all filled up with gravel

Gotta catch T's going to Evergreen

Sick in the head need a holistic remedy

In the Zaza been fucking my memory

Long way home so I don't see a deputy

Everything that I do for the legacy

Deep in the woods like I'm working renewable energy

Baby I follow my destiny

I catch a playwright in front of the dispensary with Tommy

Whackin' and hackin' and stackin' it wood ain't on 5G the whip if 5G ain't as wood

I don't like cleanin' my plates or my hands and I don't like to clean up my plates but I should

I don't like talkin' or yappin' but I make it happen'cause sometimes the pussy good

I don't like talkin' or yappin', I'd rather be way out the way and be misunderstood