Gunna - treesh Lyrics

(Dunk Rock)
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Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, 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 what I'm sayin'?
And shorty 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, f*ck I care about her past
Ain't tryna givе her no pass, ah
Pull up to the spot, get smackеd, ah
Found out lil' shawty a freak and she like to sneak, a late night snack
Ain't f*ckin' 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
F*ck 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, f*ck, 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
Treeshad foot parked at the dock
Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turn this shit back up a notch, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout

I'm back with these racks out the bank
Like Titanic, they want me to sink
Got a new batch I'm smokin', it's stankin'
Went to Tootsie's, let her throw a little twinkie
They ain't think I go hard in the paint
Nigga, I told you, it's f*ck what you think, uh
Wrap that boy up like a blanket, uh
Now take a swim in the lake
Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape
And Young Flo gon' come turn up the bass
Got Biscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A
Got some shrooms take me straight outta space
I wake up, all I want is a payday
I got rich without doing the Nae Nae
OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil' Ray Ray
Gettin' it in, count it faster then straight A's (Skrrt)
Virgil Mercedes, tinted up, you can't see on the E-way
Ballin' like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day (Uh)
My bitch got a three-eighty, she so up north, shit outta PA
Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby, jump on the yacht, let her go crazy

Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock
Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turn this shit back up a notch, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout

I'm back in all black like the crow (Back)
Papa Doc, niggas thought I would choke (Choke)
Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (Throat)
Overseas with some treesh on a boat (Treesh)
Fans see me, they say I'm the GOAT (GOAT)
I don't cap, niggas thought it was a joke
Eight hundred somethin' for the show (Eight hundred)
Leave a three-five Biscotti in the roach (Yeah)
I'm in London at the Harris, send a photo
I'm rockin' a jacket, let it drag to the floor
Poppin' the tags in the Tes', they like, "No more"
Add it up fast, and don't tell them what's the total (Yeah)
Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin' (Spazz)
Droppin' shit back to back on they throats with no promo (Promo)
Every day, I get fashion
I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket (Yeah)
My Lambo the fastest, took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (Skrrt)
Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (Skrrt)
Can't believe these f*ck niggas that doubted
Put that shit on, I don't need your stylist (Stylist)
Geek it up and get high as a pilot
Got a big house with vibes and we vibin'
Take the yacht and we sail to an island

Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock
Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turn this shit back up a notch, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout

F*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout