Treestyle by Thugz Mansion Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma take you out
I'ma take you out
Know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm the next up, you're the next down
That 808
That 808
Pac handed down the rap crown to Gar V
I'm speak for myself
Reak like weed, keep to myself
I'm a man of words but you won't hear them
Bad ass kid machine gun as well
Brace yourself
Why? Incase Gar V's chase is gone, gonna have to drink it straight
Big 8 followin' rum like they runnin' a race to first place
Come hither, don't wait
Finish line's my liver and the winner feels great sittin' down there bakin' me like an intoxi-fuckin'-cake
Impala ridin' thru the desert in a whip with no name, peasant
When it rains it pours
Never hesitant to pour more and more and more
Four score a lot of years snortin' boards
Whoops I mean Xanax; against my panic attacks
Manic, insanic, insomniac on conyac, smack, crack
Backpills in my lunchables
Mmmm. Crunch-a-munchable blunts
You feel the wraith of Gar V in yo system
Crystal rips while yours is just stem
I smell it. I can tell it's shitty weed
Itty bitty pinner?
Seeds?
Feed it to ya please, I don't need it
Have it up
Indeed retard, I dun had about enough
Last seen sinning
Last sheen winning about enough to keep Gar V seen grinning
Fuck
Blast a bong
Keep your head spinning with no direction
Inspection, run it back
I said "blast a bomb"
Shouts out Osama, just kidding
Run and tell your mom I wasn't what you were expectin'
I'ma take you out
I'ma take you out
Know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm the next up, you're the next down
That 808
That 808
Pac handed down the rap crown to Gar V
I'm speak for myself
Reak like weed, keep to myself
I'm a man of words but you won't hear them
Bad ass kid machine gun as well
Brace yourself
Why? Incase Gar V's chase is gone, gonna have to drink it straight
Big 8 followin' rum like they runnin' a race to first place
Come hither, don't wait
Finish line's my liver and the winner feels great sittin' down there bakin' me like an intoxi-fuckin'-cake
Impala ridin' thru the desert in a whip with no name, peasant
When it rains it pours
Never hesitant to pour more and more and more
Four score a lot of years snortin' boards
Whoops I mean Xanax; against my panic attacks
Manic, insanic, insomniac on conyac, smack, crack
Backpills in my lunchables
Mmmm. Crunch-a-munchable blunts
You feel the wraith of Gar V in yo system
Crystal rips while yours is just stem
I smell it. I can tell it's shitty weed
Itty bitty pinner?
Seeds?
Feed it to ya please, I don't need it
Have it up
Indeed retard, I dun had about enough
Last seen sinning
Last sheen winning about enough to keep Gar V seen grinning
Fuck
Blast a bong
Keep your head spinning with no direction
Inspection, run it back
I said "blast a bomb"
Shouts out Osama, just kidding
Run and tell your mom I wasn't what you were expectin'