Treez & Liquor

(album: Gleesh - 2014)

[Intro Fat Trel:]
Ricky Hill, Slickville, I'm the illest here

[Chorus Fat Trel & Ricky Hil:]
My new bitch is crawling on all fours (crawling on all fours)
Popping Tylenol 4's (and popping Tylenol 4's)
These bitches say they all for us (bitches say they all for us)
But in the end they all whores (but in the end they all whores)
Now I'm riding suicide doors (riding suicide doors)
Smoking tree with my liquor (smoking tree with my liquor)
Just finished fucking, woke up and wanted for more (woke up and wanted for more)
And when I park, I make the bitch open the door (bitch open the door)

[Verse 1 Fat Trel:]
Look, I like the lights real low with a dyke ho
Smoke big dope, she's psycho
See, the tire on flat, window bust out
Cut it out, you ain't fucking with the right hoes
Hit it from the back, mix Sprite with the Act
So fat, I be putting on a micro
Say she tryna fuck, I just roll the window up
Bitch thought I was whipping with the nitro
Head good but the pussy real slight though
You become a habit for the night though
Smoking on the weed, ain't sucking no dick
One trick then the bitch is on white hoes
I'm rich so I make her go crazy
And plus when I fuck her she pay me
You gotta be kidding, her pussy is
Just like a lottery ticket, I'm lazy
Drinking and smoking, these pistols I'm toting
I had your ass sleep on the pavement
Fuck her for three hours, I shower
I'm out and about on the daily
My momma be tripping, my chopper be kicking
I know she regret that she made me
I trap with the thugs, just doing my drugs
And these are the things that I love

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Fat Trel:]
I miss when she screaming she need me
I wait till she sleep and I'm leaving
Bending her over, I'm tossing it up
When I fuck it, I make it look easy
Smoking and drinking, the dope with the lean
But still I could fuck up the scene
Shoot with no blinking, the fuck was you thinkin?
A nickle'll kiss with a beam
On mollies, I feel like a fiend
On Fridays, I pop me a bean
I got it, my pockets are collared in cottage
I promise to scream "cheese"
I bet I could make her believe
Fly her and the bitch to Belize
She's tripping me out, kicking her out
She tryna come figure me out
I show her the gang, she come from a drought
We sleep in the trap in her house
Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken
The paper is what I'm about
I show her the gang, she come from a drought
We sleep in the trap in her house
Cause he do no faking, don't get me mistaken
The pussy is what I'm about, muah

[Hook]