Dad, London Yellow - Treehuggin lyrics
[Dad, London Yellow - Treehuggin lyrics]
Yeah yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah yeah
Yeah (Ooh, alright) okay
What the deal, hoe? Need it for the real low
I be in the field though
Catch a package, my plug, vacuum sealed those
Elbows and kilos what'chu need fo'?
Oh, okay plee fo'
Meet me at the Texaco and keep
It on the d low my eyes real low
Huggin' fuckin' trees hoe, I love weed hoe
I love weed, I hug trees, Mary keep it trill
Lil hoe pay my bills
All natural, I'on wanna do no pills
I smoke kill, I don't wanna kill myself
I just wanna chill, and smoke crop
Straight from the grow op
Bitch, you a motherfuckin' opp
See it in your face, I don't fuck with opps
Hell nah, I just talk to crops
I'm treehuggin' in the fuggin' field (Yummy)
Yah, I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Ooh, ooh)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Woadie)
Treehuggin' in the fuggin' field (Tree, ooh)
Yah, I'm treehuggin' in the fuggin' field
(Treehugg)
I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (Ooh, woah)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Ooh, woah)
Yah, treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
I hug my tree, hug your bitch
Smoke on her face, disappear like a mist
I feel like Captain Planet
I got a green thumb, goddamn it
Only smoke pack when I push back
My grass spring back like a push pap
Push pop Uzi, stank like dookie
Re-rip truly got em spooky
Suck on my blunt, no I don't front
I need my casket, out off my ass
Meant to say butt on the track with my Dad
(DADDY)
If he get mad, put a doink in his hand
(fat ol Doinks) uhh, bitch I'm so lit that I
Forgot what I just said (What I just said)
Smoke with your hoe
She might come back without a head
I met my Dad in a bible i'm a disciple
Fuck crackers and wine bitch
You smokin that tribal
With the smoke in my lungs
I'm a little delightful matter of fact
It's a fact I'm your grand mommas idol
Grandmomma kisses
You might have a new uncle, I'M LIT
The shit got me huggin' on trees like a bitch
I'm really in the field like a deer holy shit
(Woah) I'm treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
Yah, I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Gotta lotta yield)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels
(In my feels, Really)
Treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(In my, field)
Yah, I'm treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(In the field, YUMMY)
I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Gotta lotta yield, yieldy)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Hey, woah)
Yah, treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(Woah, woah)
Huh, yeah
Yeah, okay, yeah yeah
Yeah (Ooh, alright) okay
What the deal, hoe? Need it for the real low
I be in the field though
Catch a package, my plug, vacuum sealed those
Elbows and kilos what'chu need fo'?
Oh, okay plee fo'
Meet me at the Texaco and keep
It on the d low my eyes real low
Huggin' fuckin' trees hoe, I love weed hoe
I love weed, I hug trees, Mary keep it trill
Lil hoe pay my bills
All natural, I'on wanna do no pills
I smoke kill, I don't wanna kill myself
I just wanna chill, and smoke crop
Straight from the grow op
Bitch, you a motherfuckin' opp
See it in your face, I don't fuck with opps
Hell nah, I just talk to crops
I'm treehuggin' in the fuggin' field (Yummy)
Yah, I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Ooh, ooh)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Woadie)
Treehuggin' in the fuggin' field (Tree, ooh)
Yah, I'm treehuggin' in the fuggin' field
(Treehugg)
I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield (Ooh, woah)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Ooh, woah)
Yah, treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
I hug my tree, hug your bitch
Smoke on her face, disappear like a mist
I feel like Captain Planet
I got a green thumb, goddamn it
Only smoke pack when I push back
My grass spring back like a push pap
Push pop Uzi, stank like dookie
Re-rip truly got em spooky
Suck on my blunt, no I don't front
I need my casket, out off my ass
Meant to say butt on the track with my Dad
(DADDY)
If he get mad, put a doink in his hand
(fat ol Doinks) uhh, bitch I'm so lit that I
Forgot what I just said (What I just said)
Smoke with your hoe
She might come back without a head
I met my Dad in a bible i'm a disciple
Fuck crackers and wine bitch
You smokin that tribal
With the smoke in my lungs
I'm a little delightful matter of fact
It's a fact I'm your grand mommas idol
Grandmomma kisses
You might have a new uncle, I'M LIT
The shit got me huggin' on trees like a bitch
I'm really in the field like a deer holy shit
(Woah) I'm treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
Yah, I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Gotta lotta yield)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels
(In my feels, Really)
Treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(In my, field)
Yah, I'm treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(In the field, YUMMY)
I smoke crop, gotta lotta yield
(Gotta lotta yield, yieldy)
Kush got me in my fuckin' feels (Hey, woah)
Yah, treehuggin' in the fuckin' field
(Woah, woah)
Huh, yeah