Tree In The Load (feat. Cousin Fik & Choose Up Cheese)

Keeping the torch lit, rub two sticks

One hundred (one hundred)

Like an old school Nolan Ryan pitch

Who want it? (who want it?)

It ain't going take but a minute, a new York moment

The Bay Area backwards streets is haunted

It'll give you the creeps if ain't from it

They'll draw down on the opponent kaboom kaboom

In the night time or the morning, or the afternoon

Hella busy if the governor called I push ignore

Even though I got 3 jacks, like Pablo Sandoval

You can call me your highness, your majesty

Cause I get the highest, defy gravity

Trying to throw a party in her mouth

What you thought? (what you thought?)

In the AM/PM bathroom

Hope I don't get caught (don't get caught)

With this broccoli I bought, from the broccoli man

My partners in though front of my van

It's a wrap like a pita they going take me to Rita

If they catch me me and find the squeezer

Up under this seat is a heater, a 10 millimeter

Illegal search and seizure (bitch)

Got the old school with the white top gold thangs sittin right on vogues

(right on vogues)

Made 25 stacks last night hit the mall spend it all on clothes

(all on clothes)

Gettin rich only took hold up hell nah the popo don't know

(they don't know)

In this thang all night aight post it up blow em tree in the load, tree in the load

(tree in the load)

Easy thousand dollars for the kit gang

24-5 for a brick man

Us on the table that's fish skin

Mercedes of the lot I'll fish tail

My little homies crazy like Columbine

Doing anything for them dolla signs

Boy if you hating then you outta line

I didn't wear my watch today you outta time

Cuttin' posse in that old school vert

No cash hear that old school skerrt

I don't want you nookie I am not Fred Durst

I'm all about my cheese ho I put bread first

Chews up cheese I done mastered the scale

Check my record possession for sale

Assaloni court house I got a long paper trail

When I'm starting these rentals no these niggas can't tell a young nigga

It's burning up in this motherfucker

Somebody cut the fan on

Got the eagle in the air nigga

I'm just looking for a spot for it to land on

Sitting in the kitchen counting chickens for west coast tricking

Bitches on a mission for the riches trapping off a cricket

Probably wanna kick it but I'm tripping cause I'm trying get it

Sipping till it's finished young menace give that ho the business

Spit the flow fool on the pro tools flip an old school riding on feet call it no shoes

I strolled through I over do she so loose like a??? goose

She broke so it's no use I'm so cool I throw deuce

I'm sick with it couldn't give a fuck about your crew

I don't know you I've been down you so new

I'm so stuck nigga no glue straight grapes

You say I'm weak with a straight face I bounce

But until then I'm trapping when you pull up to the house you see a nigga