What the hell you gonna tell me; oh, you sell trees?
hip hop
Lyrics
[1st Verse:] [Micah T:]
What the hell you gon tell me, oh you sell trees?
I ain't gotta sell weed, I sell my LP
[Oh, you wealthy? Laced up in LV]
I got fans running back like they LT
I'm runnin tracks like a health freak. Help please
I got flame for when hell freeze, hell you couldn't melt cheese
Please, it's a fact I'm the truth, try to rap at the group
You'll get laughed out the booth, booth
Slapped
in the tooth, snatch, snatched outcha boots
Kidnapped in ya loot, throw in a match in it too -
Too fluent with a beat, I could do it my sleep
I don't need 7 days just to prove that ya "week" (weak)
That dude in the street, so yappins a mistake
In this state, you'll get stabbed with my mixtape
At this rate, you'll be average, my sh** s great
So I'll misplace this dick in ya chicks face
[Chorus:] [Micah T:]
Do you know, who you bumpin?
Cause we both know, you're bluffin
And even if they paid ya
You artificial flavor
[2nd Verse:] [Mikh G:]
fake like you know it mothaf*** as and join in