[Intro] Yeah, yeah Tree house boolin' Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage, yeah
[Verse] Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches in my entourage .30 with a drum on my lap for a homicide '64 Impala, homeboy, yeah, watch me ride Tree house jumpin', if you lame, you can't come inside T-I-D-E, yeah, that's my name, they callin' me Tide 'Cause I'm so clean, watch me [?] hoes on my knob Smell like gas in the fuckin' 'Wood, yeah, that shit real life 40 grams by myself, I smoke that shit in a hour Call me Mini-me like that nigga off of Austin Powers L.A. where I be, smokin' trees, gettin' hella high She said she want some eat, bon appétit, I'ma leat her eat Tree house boolin', blowin' in the tree, yeah, we smokin' deep Bad lil' bitch rollin' up the weed, her friend toppin' me I feel like the king of the jungle, ain't no stoppin' me If a nigga jump, I [?] body, grab the semi Point it at him, then I let it [?] 'til it's empty We don't play around, lil' bitch, do you hear me? We don't play around, lil' bitch, do you hear me? Tree house boolin' with some bitches from my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches from my entourage Tree house boolin' with some bitches from my entourage
[Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, tree house boolin' '64 Impala, tree house boolin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
