Woodwork

[Intro]
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)

[Verse 1]
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)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I was timeline stuntin'
Now they're in my DM buggin'
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)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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 punch lines 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

[Chorus]
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 buggin'
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)