[Lyric] Tree Tops (Blue Sky Black Death & Nacho Picasso)

[Verse 1]
Trying to get up in the session, you're done holmes
'fore I show you girl my impression of John Holmes
She kind of looks like Cassie, I'm trying to Sean Combs
We did the nasty in your yard on the lawn gnomes
I'm beyond roam, you ain't in my timezone
And I'm beyond the same trees as the pine-cones
I'm a cowboy but nothing like the rhinestones
I used to push salt, my niggas used to grind stones
Choosing on a sluey, nigga hock phooey
People Under the Stairs, she cannot fool me
These boppers couldn't pull me even if they had a pulley
Keep my head above water, hat is like a buoy
Stay Puff marshmallow, yea I'm high as cooley
Reading suicide letters, signed: "yours truly"
"Yours truly", I think that's me
Everyday's a party like the Great Gatsby

[Verse 2]
Teen Hungerforce, we beef like Meatwad
At my peak dawg I look like a Greek god
Peach schnapps, cheap broads out my t-tops
And I'm stuck up like kittens in tree tops
Looked you up and down, searching for your weak spots
They're looking for you, they'll be searching on the east docks
With your girl, I'll be searching for her G-spot
Gee gosh, we all know the streets talk
On the phone, we all know they eavesdrop
Chills down my spine every time I see cops
Still smell a fine coming out the weed spot
Sneeze not, but she choose when she sees knots
Throw some bread crumbs up and watch the geese flock
We want war, fuck a peace talk
I'm a vulture, you a peacock
I'm a soldier, so I'mma let the piece talk