Summrs, iayze - Go Thru Trees lyrics

Thirty thousand on my wrist
Fuck your car, it get flipped
All these broads get flipped
Made a hunnid thousand off rip
All of these meds is 'script
That Glock got a motherfucking switch
And that bitch don't- (Phew)

It's going through doors
Going through trees
Going through everything that you see, yeah
(Phew)
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most
Of my niggas throwing up B's
Catching Z's on a jet, yeah
I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty
Racks in my jeans, i could keep going

Dirty pole on me, bitch
It could keep blowing
Yeah, blowin' up this fucking world, C4'in
Sipping on red at a red light
Don't make me catch you at the red light
Glock 26 got a green light
ARP got a red sight the ARP got a flashlight
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Giving her dick, give her act right
Can't remember nothing from last night
I used to skip class
Now I skip the seats to get to first class
Put his body in the trash bag

E Class, bitch bad, I could keep going
She tryna suck my dick, I'm like, "Bitch
Keep blowing" fit cost a nigga rent
All of his hoes is bent
All of his drugs is fent
Catch that boy outside, I guarantee he dying
He tryna speak on my name
Swear to God that boy only got one more time
I'ma keep scoring
We gon' hit him in his head, bitch
If it keep going
I done walked in CDG, bitch
This ain't Ralph Lauren
Uh, huh, get hit in his 'fro
It's making him bleed
I spent two bands on a mink, yeah
Bitch get wet in her pants
Bitch, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got that bitch wetter than
A fucking sink, yeah, uh, huh

It's going through doors
Going through trees
Going through everything that you see, yeah
(Phew)
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some Crips but most
Of my niggas throwing up B's
Catching Z's on a jet, yeah
I fell asleep off codeine
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty
Racks in my jeans, i could keep going