Treesh! Pt. 2
Yeah, she a lil treesh
She a lil treesh, she a lil, she a lil treesh
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
I had to find me a hard beat to spit on
Get on my disrespectful shit that this lil bitch on
She don't even think that she did wrong
Smoking her pack and know that the motherfucking spliff long
Like Kanye on Grammys get pissed on
Give a fuck bout your ex man cause his dick like an inch long
Got some new money to sit on
I look way better than that lil nigga you been on
No kizzy, watch got some rocks I ain't talking bout milly (uh)
Peanut butter inside outside is milky (uh)
Talking bout the coupe with the stars in the ceiling (yeah)
That's my dream car or a motherfucking Bentley
Fuck a lil thot I'm the talk of the city
Nah fuck what you thought I'm the talk of the century
Fuck on her top and she swallowed my kiddies
Bust down the watch and the clock got me chilling (uh uh lil bitch)
Paying for you you ain't got no bag (nuh uh)
Why I'm tripping you ain't got no dad (uh uh)
Why I'm tripping you ain't got no ass (uh uh)
Why I'm running you ain't even that fast (nuh uh)
Why you spending you ain't got no cash (nuh uh)
Why you playing that game you trash (uh huh)
Why you talking you ain't even gon last
I had to calm down my shooters
They was gon tear you up limb from limb
And they was gon come and take off your Medusa
You thought I didn't know any better
But I got some ears all around me I'm seeing right through you
You tell me come through and on God I ain't scooping
I'm feening for blunts so I'll smoke you like hookah stick, bitch
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
This nonsense (yeah)
Tryna say sorry told the hoe stop it (lil bitch)
You ain't have shit you was reaching in my pockets
But I run this like a nigga doing CrossFit (on God, huh)
You ain't the main attraction you a hat trick
You ain't nothing special hoe you below average
You wake up throw some clothes on no high fashion
I seen you tinder looking different tryna catfish (lil bitch)
Down bad, you was tryna have a nigga going out sad (uh uh)
But I took my L then I bounced back (uh huh)
Turned it into dubs nigga tryna count racks (uh huh)
Count cheese I be getting caught in mousetraps (yes sir)
Pull up to the party you just wanted free alcohol
You left while a nigga was playing basketball
I knew I shouldn't trust the bitch after all, yeah yeah
Seek attention, you don't seek peace you seek tension (you do)
Now I don't seek you I seek distance (I do)
You not all that stop being pretentious (on God)
I ain't toxic no hoe we different
Transparent yeah hoe stop pretending (please stop it)
I'll say it straight up no sneak dissing (yes sir)
Can't link no more no free minutes, from me
You was on like 3 dudes at one time
Nobody wanna cuff you you ain't did no crime
Nobody wanna love you or give you their time
I knew I shouldn't trust you you ain't got no spine
You heartless bitch, you selfish trick
You cut your wrist for the hell of it
You find your happiness in the love you get
I don't love you no more you can suck my dick, bitch
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
She a lil treesh, she a lil, she a lil treesh
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
I had to find me a hard beat to spit on
Get on my disrespectful shit that this lil bitch on
She don't even think that she did wrong
Smoking her pack and know that the motherfucking spliff long
Like Kanye on Grammys get pissed on
Give a fuck bout your ex man cause his dick like an inch long
Got some new money to sit on
I look way better than that lil nigga you been on
No kizzy, watch got some rocks I ain't talking bout milly (uh)
Peanut butter inside outside is milky (uh)
Talking bout the coupe with the stars in the ceiling (yeah)
That's my dream car or a motherfucking Bentley
Fuck a lil thot I'm the talk of the city
Nah fuck what you thought I'm the talk of the century
Fuck on her top and she swallowed my kiddies
Bust down the watch and the clock got me chilling (uh uh lil bitch)
Paying for you you ain't got no bag (nuh uh)
Why I'm tripping you ain't got no dad (uh uh)
Why I'm tripping you ain't got no ass (uh uh)
Why I'm running you ain't even that fast (nuh uh)
Why you spending you ain't got no cash (nuh uh)
Why you playing that game you trash (uh huh)
Why you talking you ain't even gon last
I had to calm down my shooters
They was gon tear you up limb from limb
And they was gon come and take off your Medusa
You thought I didn't know any better
But I got some ears all around me I'm seeing right through you
You tell me come through and on God I ain't scooping
I'm feening for blunts so I'll smoke you like hookah stick, bitch
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
This nonsense (yeah)
Tryna say sorry told the hoe stop it (lil bitch)
You ain't have shit you was reaching in my pockets
But I run this like a nigga doing CrossFit (on God, huh)
You ain't the main attraction you a hat trick
You ain't nothing special hoe you below average
You wake up throw some clothes on no high fashion
I seen you tinder looking different tryna catfish (lil bitch)
Down bad, you was tryna have a nigga going out sad (uh uh)
But I took my L then I bounced back (uh huh)
Turned it into dubs nigga tryna count racks (uh huh)
Count cheese I be getting caught in mousetraps (yes sir)
Pull up to the party you just wanted free alcohol
You left while a nigga was playing basketball
I knew I shouldn't trust the bitch after all, yeah yeah
Seek attention, you don't seek peace you seek tension (you do)
Now I don't seek you I seek distance (I do)
You not all that stop being pretentious (on God)
I ain't toxic no hoe we different
Transparent yeah hoe stop pretending (please stop it)
I'll say it straight up no sneak dissing (yes sir)
Can't link no more no free minutes, from me
You was on like 3 dudes at one time
Nobody wanna cuff you you ain't did no crime
Nobody wanna love you or give you their time
I knew I shouldn't trust you you ain't got no spine
You heartless bitch, you selfish trick
You cut your wrist for the hell of it
You find your happiness in the love you get
I don't love you no more you can suck my dick, bitch
She a lil treesh
Got in my bag then I rode this beat
That hoe ain't for me nah she for the whole team
She don't belong to me she belong to the skreets
Too many bad bitches and the hoe can't compete
She got knocked off her feet now the hoe on her knees
She got white forces probably why them hoes creased
She just sucked some dick had to tell the hoe leave, get on
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Keyshawn Powell
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