​inna treehouse coolin lyrics

[Verse]
Oh my God, I'm in that treehouse, yeah, she suck me up
I was thirteen years old with that double cup
I'm a brain fried dumb n*gga with my racks up
I was posted in the trap while you was on the school bus
n*gga, how you get your sh*t took? You a puta
I was in the f*cking treehouse, count my money up
All you n*ggas really lame as f*ck, n*ggas lame as f*ck
I don't really give a flying f*ck about nada
Hit that boy with a double pump, now he gone, bruh
Hella money just to change the color of my soda
Hit that b*tch with them mind trick, then I control her
Brainwash, playing with her mind like a controller