Tree House Boolin

Yeah, yeah
Tree house booling
Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage, yeah

Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches in my entourage
.30 with a drum on my lap for a homicide
'64 Impala, homeboy, yeah, watch me ride
Tree house jumping, if you lame, you can't come inside
T-I-D-E, yeah, that's my name, they calling me Tide
'Cause I'm so clean, watch me [?] hoes on my knob
Smell like gas in the fucking 'Wood, yeah, that shit real life
40 grams by myself, I smoke that shit in a hour
Call me Mini-me like that nigga off of Austin Powers
L.A. where I be, smoking trees, getting hella high
She said she want some eat, bon appétit, I'ma leat her eat
Tree house booling, blowing in the tree, yeah, we smoking deep
Bad lil' bitch rolling up the weed, her friend topping me
I feel like the king of the jungle, ain't no stopping me
If a nigga jump, I [?] body, grab the semi
Point it at him, then I let it [?] 'til it's empty
We don't play around, lil' bitch, do you hear me?
We don't play around, lil' bitch, do you hear me?
Tree house booling with some bitches from my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches from my entourage
Tree house booling with some bitches from my entourage

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, tree house booling
'64 Impala, tree house booling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah