Shad Da God - Smoke Tree lyrics

[Intro] Heard you was at the muthaf**in' Ruth Chris yesterday with a bird (What the f** you talkin' about?) You not...I just said what I'm talkin' about. Who is you out there eating with? Why is you feeding these hoes? (Creeping...hold up, you f**ed up my countin') You gotta...do I look like I'm stupid? (I'm in the muthaf**in' Ruth...) [Hook: Shad da God] b**h can't k** my vibe b**h can't k** my vibe I was on percs and weed and drink She tried to look in my eyes But I had the Dior's on, she can't Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised I'm sipping the dirty cup, some sh** I would not advise Fire in that blunt Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D I had your b**h and she wrapped 'round my feet I get the molly, the drank and the weed I give you extendo, it's only my treat I don't wanna treat no b**h when I just smoke tree Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up Just smoke trees, hol' up [Verse 1: Shad da God] Gotta ride with TIP Gotta keep it dirty dick Got a Puerto Rican b**h, she on Miami grit Just turn up, these streets gon' pay me This girl keep bankroll hold My one hoe got that new Mercedes Can't k** my vibe when I'm on them percs And all that drink me lately Think I'm gonna be slim like shady You f**in' with a Bankroll baby n***a might f** around me, that chopper dead like Sammy Davis Balling like Sammy Sosa, put her up in a Rover [Hook: Shad da God] b**h can't k** my vibe I was on percs and weed and drink She tried to look in my eyes But I had the Dior's on, she can't Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised I'm sipping the dirty cup, some sh** I would not advise Fire in that blunt Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D I had your b**h and she wrapped 'round my feet I get the molly, the drank and the weed I give you extendo, it's only my treat I don't wanna treat no b**h when I just smoke tree Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up Just smoke trees, hol' up [Verse 2: T.I.] In the wee hours of every morning Yeah we up with that money and steady going Your hoe know I ain't gon' get out When I pull up she sitting 'round listening for Bentley horns That bankroll's so necessary You crowd me, that action ain't mandatory Can't compare us, I ain't in your category Still I'm the sh** like a lavatory Ain't gon' go back and forth Got your b**h head down south and her a** up north Give her a** what she askin' for When I finish she tell me my dick is spectacular Make her s** on it like Dracula Right 'fore she back it up, so impressed with my vernacular Then make her a private jet pa**enger Mile in the sky, poppin' molly, enjoying the high [Hook: Shad da God] b**h can't k** my vibe I was on percs and weed and drink She tried to look in my eyes But I had the Dior's on, she can't Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised I'm sipping the dirty cup, some sh** I would not advise Fire in that blunt Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D I had your b**h and she wrapped 'round my feet I get the molly, the drank and the weed I give you extendo, it's only my treat I don't wanna treat no b**h when I just smoke tree Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up Just smoke trees, hol' up [Verse 3: London Jae] Act like you know I'mma k** it Act like you know I'm the realest Act like these b**hes ain't gon' chase this money I'mma throw that sh** to the ceiling Oh what a feeling, been at this sh** for a minute Ain't no safety on the folder, the clip is extended My t-shirt is extended, my jeans is skinny b**h I come straight out them trenches Finally motherf**in' rich now, I don't care about no b**h now Just cop me a six now, [?] will blast it Run through that b**h I don't [?] now Flying through traffic b**h I'm a savage Young, rich and flashy Only f** with the baddest All about my cabbage [Hook: Shad da God] b**h can't k** my vibe I was on percs and weed and drink She tried to look in my eyes But I had the Dior's on, she can't Got these hoes memorized, they tryna get televised I'm sipping the dirty cup, some sh** I would not advise Fire in that blunt Regular thotty, gon' whip out the D I had your b**h and she wrapped 'round my feet I get the molly, the drank and the weed I give you extendo, it's only my treat I don't wanna treat no b**h when I just smoke tree Smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up, smoke tree, hol' up Just smoke trees, hol' up