TreeHouse Boolin lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Tree house boolin'
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage, yeah

[Hook]
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches in my entourage

[Verse]
.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-I-D-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 f*ckin' 'Wood, yeah, that sh*t real life
40 grams by myself, I smoke that sh*t in a hour
Call me Mini-me like that n*gga off of Austin Powers
L.A. 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' b*tch rollin' up the weed, her friend toppin' me
I feel like the king of the jungle, ain't no stoppin' me
If a n*gga 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' b*tch, do you hear me?
We don't play around, lil' b*tch, do you hear me?
[Hook]
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches from my entourage
Tree house boolin' with some b*tches from my entourage

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, tree house boolin'
'64 Impala, tree house boolin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah