Woodwork Lyrics

I don't know if this's real, or if all of this is counterfeit

Don't know where the woodwork is, but these bitches coming up out of it (Ha ha)

They coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

I love Bryson Tiller his new work

But Ex's don't change, shawty what's up

All in my inbox with that nag shit

That 'let's leave the past in the past' shit

We moved the block like Chucky Atkins

I'm ballin' like the March Madness

My old bitches looking tragic

Wishing they was living lavish

I was trying to be the one for all you basic bitches when I didn't have shit

Started rappin', started winning,, stacking pennies like when Shaq was with the Magic

But still...I don't know

They telling me sorry it's starting to sound like it's real

I don't know if this's real, or if all of this is counterfeit

Don't know where the woodwork is, but these bitches coming up out of it (Ha ha)

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

I was timeline stunting

Now they're in my DM bugging

I need some advice Yo Gotti

I'm playing Tetris on you hoes (Block)

Might have a foursome

Wait, 1-2-3, counting me and all

They say give it to me baby, I say

Put some respect on my name, all 'tree' of yall (Ahhhhhhh)

I wish I'd bet one, for all of the times

They told me to quit to make some time for them, they must've forgot and shit

I don't know if this's real, or if all of this is counterfeit

Don't know where the woodwork is, but these bitches coming up out of it (Ha ha)

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

My exes told me that I'll never make it

Praise the Lord I was gone for a cold minute

Now I'm back up they like 'whoa nelly'

All up on my Snapchat yelling 'go get it'

What happened to 'Juwols you ain't shit'

'Spending all of your money on this'

I'ma need you to fallback,

Ain't even got your name saved in my contacts

New phone, who dis,

Oh shit, it's you, oh yea

Let me leave that on read

Let her know that I seent it

Let her know that she dead

Let her know that she fucked up

Let her know I don't care

let her know that they're

Paying niggas out at FedEx, find a nigga out there, ah yea

Let her know that it's time to get back to the punchlines yeah

Tryna cuff a nigga like the one time yeah

Let her know I'm Stevie Wonder at the Celebrity All-Star Three-Point Contest wouldn't Hit it one time, yeah

And we both know this ain't real you just want me for my chips and

Don't know where the woodwork is, well GPS it 'cause you tripping, yiiiie

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They're coming out the woodwork

They seen a nigga coming up

I was timeline stuntin

Now they're in my DM bugging

I need some advice Yo Gotti

I'm playing Tetris on you hoes (Block)

Might have a foursome

Wait, 1-2-3, counting me and all

They say give it to me baby, I say

Put some respect on my name, all 'tree' of yall (Ahhhhhhh)