Fat Trel - Treez & Liquor lyrics

[Intro - Fat Trel:] Ricky Hill, Slickville, I'm the illest here [Chorus - Fat Trel & Ricky Hil:] My new b**h is crawlin' on all fours (crawlin' on all fours) Poppin' Tylenol 4's (and poppin' Tylenol 4's) These b**hes say they all for us (b**hes say they all for us) But in the end they all who*es (but in the end they all who*es) Now I'm ridin' suicide doors (ridin' suicide doors) Smokin' tree with my liquor (smokin' tree with my liquor) Just finished f**in', woke up and wanted for more (woke up and wanted for more) And when I park, I make the b**h open the door (b**h 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 f**in' with the right hoes Hit it from the back, mix Sprite with the Act So fat, I be puttin' on a micro Say she tryna f**, I just roll the window up b**h thought I was whipping with the nitro Head good but the p**y real slight though You become a habit for the night though Smokin' on the weed, ain't s**in' no dick One trick then the b**h is on white hoes I'm rich so I make her go crazy And plus when I f** her she pay me You gotta be kiddin', her p**y is Just like a lottery ticket, I'm lazy Drinkin' and smokin', these pistols I'm totin' I had your a** sleep on the pavement f** her for three hours, I shower I'm out and about on the daily My momma be trippin', my chopper be kicking I know she regret that she made me I trap with the thugs, just doin' my d** 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 Bendin' her over, I'm tossing it up When I f** it, I make it look easy Smokin' and drinkin', the dope with the lean But still I could f** up the scene Shoot with no blinkin', the f** 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 b**h to Belize She's trippin' 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 p**y is what I'm about, muah [Hook]