Woodland Style ft. Tombz the Nish Lyrics

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 servin' 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