Correction Lyrics Treeshy by XXXTENTACION

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Who-who am I? Glah, Someone afraid to let go-go, glah, glah, glah
You decide if you're-if you're gonna let me know-know (Is this Glvck?)
It's Carter, d**khead
Su-su-suicide if you ever try to let go-go
I'm sad, I know, I'm-I'm-I'm sad, grrt, I know, yeah
Baow

Get the bread like this sh*t is so simple (Gang, gang)
B*t*h is a thottie, no, b*t*h, I can't kiss you (Glah, glah)
Bad b*t*h call my phone like, "I miss you" (Gang, gang)
Run through and somethin' tear like tissue (Glah, glah, glah)
F**k around, leave his thoughts on the pavement (Glah, glah)
Copped the plea like he writin' a statement (Glah, glah)
Put him up like a status, I made it
Put some flick on the book and she quakin'
Please don't step on my feets, I get heated (Glah, glah)
Shorty tellin' her boyfriend she cheated (Glah, glah)
Now we on a group court like a meetin'
I might go and tell that boy he was geekin' (Gang, gang)
She a baddie, she like how I beat it (Glah, glah)
She like, "Jenny, let's keep it a secret" (Glah, glah)
She get off the Henny, that baby start tweakin' (What?)
And I'm all in her stomach, no fetus (Like, what?)
And my wrist is so cold, I'm anemic
4-1 the movement, we still undefeated (Gang, gang)
My behaviour's like I'm a demon (Glah, glaha)
Switchin' the V like that sh*t is a remix (Glah, glah, glah)
They not f**kin' with me, I'm conceited (Glah, glah)
Rackin' the presents, they come in a sequence (Gang, gang, gang)
If I told you, you wouldn't believe it (What?)
Pu**y boy in the paint, he bleedin'
Why these b*t*hes on me like I'm Sosa?
They be fiendin' like crack in the eighties
B*t*h on my back, touchin' me while I roll up (Gang, gang)
Me and Rey and we takin' your lady (Glah, glah, glah)
We slide to the function and bitties go crazy (Go, what?)
Pu**y boy, how you lack, but you sober?
B*t*h in my DM like, "Jenny, just date me" (Glah, glah)
B*t*h, I'm back, we don't aim for your shoulder (Glah, glah)
Loud in the air, you can smell the aroma (Glah, glah)
I'm so icy, I think it's October (Gang, gang, gang)
Every flick on the 'Gram, I get colder and colder (Glah, glah, boom)
Spreadin' her legs like Corona, Corona (Glah, glah, boom)
No Dixon, but shorty want printings of the owner
Shorty so nasty, I cannot control her (Glah, glah)
Shorty so nasty, I cannot— (Glah, glah)
B*t*h, on my line, want me beat it like Breezy (Gang, gang, gang)
This b*t*h is so fine, know her ex wanna be me
I'm stackin' my cheese and I make it look easy
Your deli diseased, how I'm killin' the [?]
Murder what she wrote me
The court be the scene, so I'm ballin' like Kobe
Glock with the beam then I like what you throwin' me
It's Carter, d**khead
Glah, glah, boom
Suicide if you ever try to let go-go
I'm sad, I know, yeah, I'm sad, I know, yeahI

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