treesh

(Dunk Rock)
Oh

Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesha, treesh (treesha), treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, ah

Look at her stance, tongue out, shakin' her ass, ah
Kick a lil' P out my pad, ah, jump out the pot like yams
Y'all don't be seen with the treesh, and she off the leash, you see I'm sayin'?
And 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 be like, "Ah"
She wanna eat, she on a diet, only eat meat, panties to the side
Slippin' and slide, suckin' it right in a GT
I like 'em fine, at least a nine, caught 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)

Lil' bitch bad, ah, fuck I care about her past
Ain't tryna give her no pass, ah, pull up to the spot, get smacked, ah
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 (I want a good batch)

Did what I say, I'm on her mind, I'm what she think
Fuck her 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, fuck, I count 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



Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Amman Nurani, Lucas Difabbio, Florian Ongonga
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