Comethazine - TreeHouse Boolin lyrics

Yeah, yeah tree house boolin'
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage, yeah

Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' 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 jumpin', if you lame
You can't come inside
T-ID-E, yeah, that's my name
They callin' me Tide 'Cause I'm so clean
Watch me sheen hoes on my knob
Smell like gas in the fuckin' '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
LA where I be, smokin' trees
Gettin' hella high
She said she want some meat, bon appétit
I'ma let her eat
Tree house boolin', blowin' in
The tree, yeah, we smokin' deep
Bad lil' bitch rollin' up the weed
Her friend toppin' me
I feel like the king of the jungle
Ain't no stoppin' me
If a nigga jump, I hit his body
Grab the semi point it at him
Then I let it rip '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 boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some
Bitches from my entourage

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