Trail Boyz, yeah
7:30 AM, ayy
I'm like "hey bear what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty axe soon as you came in the door
I just wanna, chill got a stump for us to roll
Married to the tread, introduced her to my hoe
Showed her how to hinge it now she slope it for the low
She my trail queen, let her hit the backslope
We be counting up, watch how far the trails go
We just set a goal, talking matching yards yo
At 56 a foot, 5 a hundred feet though
Man, I swear I lover how she hit that angle of repose
Hit the rig, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
Not in love with the money, I ain't ever sad though
And I cut hinge with my baby (my baby)
I just left the walmart I'm getting spike with my baby, yeah
And I can OSH with my baby (my baby)
I be in the field reading binds with my baby
I'm like "hey bear what's up? hello"
I hit the tread with my trail queen 'cause all we know is pulaskis
I just might snatch up a 'rig and buy my boo a matic'
I might just snatch her a chain, drop a couple on a saw
She ain't brushin for nothin', because I got her everything
It's big threezy from the Rockies, remind me where I can go
Trail Boyz got the project though, count up hella yards though
Boy, how far can your yards go?
Trail Boyz, living fifty thousand K,
How I stand though
If you checking for my angles, I'm like
And I cut hinge with my baby (my baby)
I just left the walmart I'm getting spike with my baby, yeah
And I can OSH with my baby (my baby)
I be in the field reading binds with my baby, yeah
I'm like "hey bear what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty axe soon as you came in the door
I just wanna, chill got a stump for us to roll
Married to the tread, introduced her to my hoe
Showed her how to hinge it now, she slope it for the low
She my trail queen, let her hit the backslope
We be counting up, watch how far the trails go
We just set a goal, talking matching yards yo
At 56 a foot, 5 a hundred feet though
Man, I swear I lover how she hit that angle of repose
Hit the rig, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
Not in love with the money, I ain't ever sad though
I be cutting snags and you know
Back country how I roll