Lyrics CBLU - Treeshy

Treeshy Lyrics – CBLU

Singer: CBLU
Title: Treeshy

16 In this b#tch
We spinnin’ the T’s and I’m with the flock, he grippin’ the chop
Please do not think that we lacking
Cus you could get shot

These n****s be talkin’ but ain’t on nothin’
Hop out the V and then I get to uppin’
I got a gun, You know I’mma flock
These n****s is they don’t be the opps

I pop a perc, I like how it feel
One shot, it’s just for the kill
Two more cus my finger itchin’
Chat on the net you might end up missin’

I’m Crip, So you know that I walk with the strap
Run up on me, get clapped
.40 hit em, get back
All my n****s yeah they really move tac’

He trynna fight, he gonna get stabbed
He trynna fight, he gonna get stabbed
Gang
Why they trynna be me?

Why catch a diva, she movin treeshy
If I dont got the gun, then that n**** get three piece
Like, Keep me a TD, Told bro if I clip then i might catch a BD
b#tch I’m on yo strip and I’m spinnin’ with Leeky

Gonna take off her lil’ b#tch get freaky
Little b#tch come and eat me
No we not cool, lil n**** don’t greet me
If I shoot and I miss I’mma spin that’s a fiji

Drilly K how you do that babyboy come and teach me
Gang, Gang
I pour up some wock that sh#t got me leaning
She pourin’ the Henny that b#tch say she feenin’

Cop me a gun so I spin for no reason
I spot a opp then I get to squeezing
I cannot lack so I walk with the heater
Just want the neck, no I do not need her [What

Just want the neck, no I do not need her [What
Just want the neck, no I do not need her
b#tch I’m smoking on grade A
And I’m looking for day ray

Hit a opp all em up on the same
Spin through the back we can’t leave through the same way
Brodie got knocked he was shootin’ them damn thangs
Brodie got knocked he got stuck in that damn cage

Brodie got knocked he was shooting in damn day
Grrrrrrrrt, Suck my dick N****
Gang, And I’m spinnin’ that block, I’m spinnin’ for fun
I see a opp and I yell out “What’s Gunnin”

He see the chop, and he started runnin’
I see the cops, but f#ck it i’m dumping
Gang
We spinnin’ the T’s and I’m with the flock, he grippin’ the chop

Please do not think that we lacking
Cus you could get shot
These n****s be talkin’ but ain’t on nothin’
Hop out the V and then I get to uppin’

I got a gun, You know I’mma flock
These n****s is they don’t be the opps
I pop a perc, I like how it feel
One shot, it’s just for the kill

Two more cus my finger itchin’
Chat on the net you might end up missin’ [What?
Chat on the net you might end up missin’
Suck my dick

Sev Block
RIP The Guys
Free the guys till I see the guys
Disrespect the guys we gon’ beat the guys
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