treesh

(Dunk Rock) Oh Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, uh Look at her stance, tongue out, shakin' her ass, uh Kick a lil' P at my pad, uh, drip out the pot like yams Yacht on the sea with a treesh And she off the leash, you see what I'm sayin'? Lil shawty be doin' her thing 'Cause she for the streets and still got a man (and still got a man) Ain't gotta speak, and I ain't pressed She want the D, I read her eyes She wanna eat, she on a diet Only eat meat, panties to the side Slippin' and slide, suckin' and ridin' in the GT I like 'em fine, at least a nine Call me a vibe, call up a treesh Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) This bitch bad, fuck I care about her past Ain't tryna give her no pass, uh Pull up to the spot, get smacked, uh Found out lil' shawty a freak, and she like to sneak a late night snack Ain't fuckin' no regular treesh, I'm comin' elite, I keep a good batch (a real good batch) Did what I say, I'm on her mind, I'm what she think Fuck all time, ten different ways Give me some head on the way to the bank Went and got a line, she on my line, we ain't on no live, I'm countin' cake Spend a couple dimes, regular day Couple of the guys, treesh on the way Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha) Treesha Treesha