Perfect! Video (MV)

Hahahahahaha bitch
You done f*ck with the wrong one
I'm in this shit for the long run
I might hit you wit the sawed off
Bitch hahahahaha
My fingers been sticky day one
Stick wit a clip if you say sum'n
Bitch better dip when a real nigga spray guns
Yeah hahahaha
Let me go head go start this off
Where the bass so it hard that it stop your heart
If I'm in your parts bet I flock your car
I can pop that lock it's not that hard
I take that shit to the chop chop shop
Turn the frames and the rims to a drop
My block
Behind me like a squad
I been flockin since a toddle
Lickin toys when I could waddle
Then we upped it to them bottles
They put locks so we just bought em
Yeah it's nothin to my Creeky boys
We fold you up like slinky toys
My blunt filled with that stinky noise
I rob yo house with 3 D boys
Hush that shit real quick
'Bout to finish up this lick
I just flocked one them new TVs
'Bout to turn it to a brick
Oh f*ck is this a Tre verse
Nigga turn it up
Bitch shut your face when the god talkin'
I'm high walkin'
Off the monkey paste but I'll punch a man till his eyes cross
He make a funny face
Might get stuck like that is what his mother say
This ain't my song it's my brother thing
But I hop on tracks like a runaway
The thunder came then I appeared
The blunt is placed behind my ear
Ain't no one safe the guys is here
The stop ones
The soft ones
Get popped on
Till cops come
Then I run
Im DyLan DyLan
Im DyLan DyLan
Im DyLan
Im high strung
Violent
Im high from
My bong
Im gone
If lines drawn
I cross
I taught
R Kelly hogtie knots
I'd prolly shoot up a straight pride parade
I'd prolly shoot up a straight pride parade
Thirty MAGA niggas finna die today
I'm really 'bout to smoke my whole life away
Smoke a honey blunt then I hibernate
Stomp a bitch nigga in his private place
Drive away in his whip and never hide away
It's fine I'm safe guys I'm Tre
They ain't finna slide I'm straight