smoke tree

Lyrics

, heard you was at the muthafucking ruth chris yesterday with a bird, what the fuck you talking about?, you not. i just said what i'm talking about, who is you out there eating with? 7, why is you feeding these hoes?, creeping. hold up, you fucked up my counting, you gotta. do i look like i'm stupid?, i'm in the muthafucking ruth, bitch can't kill my vibe, bitch can't kill my vibe, i was on percs and weed and drink, she tried to look in my eyes, but i had the dior's on, she can't, see hoe memorized, they tryna get televised, i'm sipping the dirty cup, some shit i would not advise, in that blunt, regular thotty, gon whip out the d, i had your bitch and she wrapped round my feet, i get the molly, the drink and the weed, i give you extendo. it's my treat, i don't wanna treat no bitch when i just want tree, want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up, want tree, hol up, just want trees, hol up, gotta ride with tip, gotta keep it dirty dick, got a puerto rican bitch, she on miami grit, just turn up, these streets gon pay me, this girl keep bankroll hold, my one hoe got that new mercedes, can't kill my vibe when i'm on them percs, and all that drink me lately, think i'm gonna be slim like shady, you fucking with a bankroll baby, nigga might fuck around me, that chopper dead like sammy davis, balling like sammy sosa, put her up in a rover, in the wee hours of every morning, yeah we up with that money and steady going, your hoe know i ain't gon get out, when i pull up she sitting round listening for bentley horns, that bankroll's so necessary, you crowd me, that action ain't mandatory, can't compare us, i ain't in your category, still i'm the shit like a lavatory, ain't gon go back and forth, got your bitch head down south and her ass up north, give her ass what she asking for, when i finish she tell me my dick is spectacular, make her suck on it like dracula, right fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular, then make her a private jet passenger, mile in the sky, popping molly, enjoying the high, act like you know i'm a kill it, act like you know i'm the realest, act like these bitches ain't gon chase this money, i'm a throw that shit to the ceiling, oh what a feeling, been at this shit for a minute, ain't no safety on the folder, the clip is extended, my tee-shirt is, my jeans is skinny, bitch i come straight out them trenches, run through that bitch i don't. now, finally motherfucking rich now, i don't care about no bitch now, just cop me a six now, will blast it, flying through traffic, bitch i'm a savage, young, rich and flashy, only fuck with the baddest, all about my cabbage,