TREESHA - Justin Rarri

I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma

And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin'

She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin'

But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster

Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami

Witcho baby momma all in my DMS

Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies

Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy

Tell her eat it like a reesah

I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye

Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star

Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars

20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs

If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline

Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan

See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign

Fuck 'em all, run it up what you think

See on Instagram I’m poppin' like a bitch yeah

But in real life I struggled just to get

Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib

And I tell a nigga, fuck 'em all, I don’t want no lil' bitch, I want the bands

hoe

She thought I wasn’t gon' be nothing, look where I am, hoe

I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off

Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials

Presidential aye

Fuck a damn hoe aye

I’m just worried about my commas and the bands oh aye

VVS oh aye

Watch 'em dance oh aye

Telling me pick up my pants, got too much bands oh aye

Bloodshot

Nigga run up on me, get his hood shot

Hoodblock

Nigga talkin' crazy, get his hood shot

Guwap I got too much bread she want the guwap

Ouwap nigga just be careful for the ouwap

This a new watch aye

This a new drive aye

Give a fuck about no opp he get a few shots aye

Bitch don, t worry bout me nigga what do you got aye

I could pull up big body or a new i8

I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma

And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin'

She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin'

But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster

Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami

Witcho baby momma all in my DMS

Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies

Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy

Tell her eat it like a reesah

I ain’t tryna have no baby wit a Treesha aye

Bought some new Mike Amiri no fuckin G-Star

Wanna fuck with a nigga cuz she know we stars

20 bands wit my brothers throwing B signs

If my shawty callin up then nigga Imma decline

Run me up some chicken, want dat Lambo, fuck a Nissan

See da Gucci on my body, that’s a G sign

Fuck 'em all, run it up what you think

See on Instagram I’m poppin' like a bitch yeah

But in real life I struggled just to get

Everyday worried bout my mama and the crib

And I tell a nigga, fuck 'em all, I don’t want no lil' bitch, I want the bands

hoe

She thought I wasn’t gon' be nothing, look where I am, hoe

I got big guap pay for a nigga get his head off

Bread oh I love it I pick up dead presidentials

Presidential aye

I just want run it up, give all this money to my momma

And take care of my bloods, my loyalty ain’t ever stoppin'

She left me to just to burn, I should’ve know you was rockin'

But it don’t even hurt, it only turn me to a monster

Tell a nigga woke up, bitch I’m really in Miami

Witcho baby momma all in my DMS

Wakin' up she suck me up right in my jammies

Swear to god man these rubbers they come in handy