Under The Tree Lyrics

Smoking all that gas

I cannot lack

I got the pack

I can see it in your eyes

You believing all these lies

Why you let yo girl Fuck with other guys?

Take this blunt and smoke it

Don't approach it thinking imma roach it

(Pussy in the back!)

Smoking all that gas

I cannot lack

I got the pack

I can see it in your eyes

You believing all these lies

Why you let yo girl Fuck with other guys?

Take this blunt and smoke it

Don't approach it thinking imma roach it

Just a kid from Biltmore I ain't goated

But my brain be bloated

Smoking on that palm tree

That shit make me calmly

Told lil bitch get off me

True haters Stalk me

Draw me a picture

You can't cause you a bitch sir

Even when I swing you ain't a pitcher

I just wanna kick back

Sit back

Enjoy television

Smoking till in higher than a pigeon

Fuck you and yo religion

Got to cut you off like a circumcision

They don't get my stigma

I got bars like ligma

I can never let a bitch betray me

Springfield hoes be crazy

When they tell me shut the fuck up I say make me

Tinder bitches hit me like like have my baby

Yo, what's in this shit?

Like it got me thinking differently

Like, some spirituality type shit

(I can't ever lack!)

I ain't playing games unless it's Minecraft

Bitches pussy deeper than a mineshaft

And that don't make me wanna pipe that

Crackerjacks trying so hard to be a different race

I can see the cap right in they face

You ain't never seeing grace

I got raped by a fatass thot so what's your excuse?

Lil boi broke yo heart so that ain't my issue

Bolder than a hobo in Boulder

I be getting numbers like a coder

Play my cards like poker

They tryna act insane after watching joker

I know you ain't talking

Imma dead man walking

I just got to push it like it's gym

Imma grow eventually like pym

Our whole life is a sim

I can your bars like tin

Copying me is just a sin

This a world of haystacks and I'm just a pin

Oh you got me so fucked up