Freehouse Treestyle

Yeah
I be in the Freehouse right now
I be pretty geeked up right now
I be lying, I be spinning right around
But the one thing that I know is
That this Treestyle's going down

Yeah
How am I supposed to get down on the ground?
I don't know

But my name is Caleb King
Yeah that shit is Cake Bling
This is y'all first time hearin me sing
Get her iced out buy the diamond ring
Yeah we turnin' up
Everyday
Need dance partner shout ole
Freak lil mama make it spray
Corks been popped now let's get swayed

It's all underway
I'm waking up knowing today is the day
The timing, the lining, the constant reminding
Of knowing my destiny conquered my fate

I got all love I don't hate
If I know they hungry I'm fixin a plate
If I see 'em gunnin, I'm finna start runnin'
You know I move regal the elegant way

Gotta take a step back right now brother
One more step you've gone too far
Sure smoke and toke
Don't poke no choke
Premium cigars

And what I'm talkin 'bout is the green herb
I like to whip
When I be swerved off the gas
Never crash
Shawty bad I hit and dash
IP tracing with bots
Leave the crib I got your cash (I.C.E)
Yeah I had to drop my pin and my location uh (nah)
Had to hit up my brother that on probation uh (Woah)
Yeah (Yerr)

So damn fine she's on the team
No foul shot no draining threes
Way things looked right for the moment
Lowkey thought I had the steeze
Levels rising rocky seas
Let your hair down feel the breeze
Know you got me burnin' up her beauty (Perfect!)
It's pristine
You a goddess, as you please
If we pop out to the function
We'll be dippin' cause we fiendin' (Hey!)

This flow too drippy
Needa take it out the rain
Yeah you know we goin' insane
In the membrane
Mitochondria the powerhouse of the cell (what?)
You gotta be good person or you go to Hell (Ight!)

What you be doin? Man you screwin'
Man you groupin' man you hop out with the couper's
Oh my goodness you a scalper (Aye, Aye)
You a trapper, you not a rapper (Aye)
You just a capper (Aye)
Ooey gooey
Ratatouille
You's a rat (Rat!)
You's a snitch
I think you might be be
- - -
You's a bitch man
Damn my dog I smelt it on ya
This my house no takin Ls
Look at your cards I dealt 'em on ya (Yo!)
Yeah and you know what they say
Who dealt it, smelt it
Checked the date it's Helter Skelter
Air raid bombs start droppin'
Find some shelter aye (Oooh)
Four squad deep like we're the Millers

Yeah we turnt up, geeked up, mic'd up
Where's the dealer? (Wait)
Bryson Tiller, Michael Jackson
Rockin' thriller (Late)
Yeah you know we got them
Werewolf killers
Yeah we sippin' mud
Just one sec bro I be yurnt (I be geeked)
Posted up with all the bad jaunts
Yeah they twerk
Yeah I make 'em fien
They liftin up they skirt
Then they wanna come back
Right to my crib
Clock in I go to work

Yeah we almost outta time
Always dressed dripped to the nines
Sifted, weeded, reeded, through
I had to chop
Flip-flop the line
Want us all to get along
Drop the envy, hatred gone
Let's get lit up for the summer
And let's hit this next fall strong

Hello? (What's good?)
Anybody out there? (Nah, it's late)
(Somebody say dominoes?)