(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
