Treesh

(Sheesh) Love is just not in my plans Steady thinking, Not even takin' a chance Yeah nigga stay fucking wanted, like we speaking all feds (Woo) Studio right in my bed I gotta feeling that winning (Yeah) That wasn’t for me (Yeah) Feel like a hitman Killing tracks like keanu reeves Mix, mix, mix like we speaking all cool aid Shit sweet I ain’t speaking Brule (Woo, Woo) I need a counting machine 1400 is cheese (Yeah, Yeah) Jaack Long as they pockets is grease (Alright) I don't got cheese I got it on card I think im moving retarded I gottem all dancin, im moving james harden Im Moving I made it, im getting bombarded Our vision is blocked I think im departing Sorry ass nigga I got no remorse Im praise the high, im speaking in morse Im watching my words Our niggas are breaking the code Niggas still unaware I go to sleep Im keeping it straight up Im moving discrete I need a counting machine 1400 is cheese Im sick of covid, like im 19 Gottem all dancin Gottem all dancin im moving james harden Jaack N Quess He getting started (Oww) How the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, do that (Bitch) How the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, how the boy, do that (Fah) Immigrant background Shit getting colder Fam moving stealthy Shit gettin triller Thotty bitches on the call out Losing V like im speaking on prom night Headaches on headaches Feel like professor Illest motherfucker alive Pass me the Advil You know the scouts, you know the vibes Evil Niggas pushing all the dark Not on the Co But I bring out the smoke I’m moving in peace I'm in the candy, but still nothin' is sweet (Ahh) Feel like a riot, I’m starting the madness (Yeah) Treesh bone to the T Dream about work in my sleep Okay, I got a lock on the streets You don't know nothin' 'bout me Life for the bruddas is deep Fi to the Gi I think need a counting machine 1400 is cheese Long as they pockets is grease (Grease) You know I whip with the Quess (Quess) Yeah! I got it on cheese, I got it on card I Gottem all dancin I’m movin james harden Praising the high, speaking in morse Sorry ass nigga I no remorse (Fah Fah) How the boy do that How the boy, how the boy, how the boy do that (Uh) Yeah! How the boy do that (Bitch) How the boy, how the boy, do that How the boy, how the boy, how the boy, do that