Woodland Style (feat. Tombz the Nish)

HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me Flat booties, and blankets draping the door frames Aunties kitchen, crock pot, mixing the no name Crank the heat, warm the house with the low flame I got a little stick, here stoking old flames Open ended, cut it off, no more split ends I ain't even gotta ask, I just slid in Deems was open, wide as an ocean I'm Bob Ross, the way I be stroking I might call up the bank, give me a loan, hey Yeah, use an Indian, no way Indigenous creature who gets like no income Call me Semaa, cause it's paper that I'm rolling in Off the books, eight women that's an octopus Line still lands, living like I'm off the hook BRING, BRING, come bring ass to bless the food CORN, BEANS, and SQUASH, quit sexualizing vegetables HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me Ooh, she got the woodland tattoos I'm supposed to be in bed, not awake past two We slept in on Saturday past noon We rushing to the Powwow, I get the fourth lead soon Praise Creator, my lead land Crispy Powwow opened it's arms, and said WOOO, did ya miss me OOOH, I'm war whoopin' til my throat hurts Tryna get thin, I'm eatin' chicken, no shirts Sacred skin, it's all up in the feast bucket KFC even the Creator gotta love it Almost Skipped The Dish on a spirit plate Call an Uber, I can't believe the spirit's late HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me We talkin' bout this new grade, we talkin' bout this new age Designer Nish, this girl be talkin' like she knew me Talkin' bout from when, nah, this is the new me Long hair and Semaa, pray for me I don't care, I don't care, I do my own thing Grew up trappin', nah, not the fur game Didn't wanna bet on me, I was a sure thing Didn't roll up when I was livin' off that no name Oh man, no grams, but I'm serving like a dope man Snowman, the eagle watch me like an old man Post grams, it's more than just a shirt, man Higher than them trees, I'm comin' from this dirt, than HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me HOOOLEEH FOK, they waiting on me All of this culture, like, damn, it's weighing on me With the lips, wave for me Offer some Semaa, prayer for me