Boujee Natives

[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Young D]
We them boujee natives, I got turquoise my wrist
We them boujee natives, 5 rings up on my fist
We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay

[Verse 1: Young D]
Snow goonie from the boonies
Not the type you see in movies
Felt the spirit living through me
Since I was a puny dookie
Neechie, neechie, lookie lookie
How I get low when I boogie
Don’t mind me some goodies goodies
(YI YI) I’m nate and boujee
My wifey be the wolf and I’m the wolf that's from the sea
And she no Pocahontas, more like Buffy Saint Marie
Come do your dance with me - I dip, you dip, we dip
No, It ain’t blasphemy - I sip, you sip, we sip, waniseeka
I stand and rock with all my Sioux without the Woo
Since me and bro came out the womb - neechie one and neechie two
We very indigenous people, we some VIP’s
And my blood thicker than oolichan grease - YI YI! neechie please
Sing your song, this my jam. Got my fam all going ham
For the land, not the gram. Stay minay, its who I am
We choose copper over gold - praise my elders
I’ll remember what I’m told, never turn your back on home
We them boujee natives

[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Young D]
We them boujee natives, I got turquoise my wrist
We them boujee natives, 5 rings up on my fist
We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay

[Verse 2: Yung Trybez]
Heyaho, can’t you tell I’m woke?
The smoke shop is closed, can you tell your boy is dope?
Man I’m spending like I made and I’m smudging cuz I’m broke again
Always running late, I hope the liquor store is open….ayyye
I got carvers, weavers, beaders and designers on my team
I got braiders hella famous that I’m signing to my team
In my limousine, don’t I look steezy?
Next to my indigi-queen, yeah that's my moos-moo-geethl
I know ballers, I know chiefs, I know riders from the east
I know educated natives down to picket in the streets
Middle fingers to police, fuck you we come in peace
I know redskin hippies that be giving me the creeps
I know beauty, I know beast, I know savages and freaks
And I know a couple cousins even boujeer than me
No, no, no, we ain’t elite. Boujee native, yes indeed
Art exhibit to the club and we rolling twenty deep
Copper on my neck, gold on my ring
Feather on my hat, skin stitched chin
Hundred warriors on my back, they be drumming when I sing
Man there ain’t no way around it, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma

[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Young D]
Boujee native, I got turquoise my wrist
We them boujee natives, 5 rings up on my fist
We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay