Go Thru Trees

Yeah, thirty thousand on my wrist F*ck your car, get flipped All these broads get flipped Made a hunnid thousand off rip All of these meds is 'script That Glock got a motherfuckin' switch and that bitch don't It's goin' through doors Goin' through trees, goin' through everything that you see, yeah I created like everything that you see Yeah, I be with some crips but most of my niggas throwin' up B's (yeah, yeah) Catchin' Z's on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine (yeah, yeah) Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans, I could keep goin' Yeah, dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowin' Yeah, blowin' out this fuckin' world, C-4 Sippin' 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 Givin' the dick, give her act right Can't remember nothin' 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 (trash bag) E-Class, bitch bad, I could keep goin' (keep goin') She tryna suck my dick, I'm like, "Bitch, keep blowin'" (brr) Fit cost a nigga rent All of his goes is bent, all of his drugs is Fent' Catch that boy outside, I guarantee he dyin' He tryna speak on my name, swear to God that boy only got one more time I'ma keep scorin' We gon' hit him in his head, bitch, if it keep goin' (if it keep goin') I done walked in CDG Bitch, this ain't Ralph Lauren (this ain't Ralph Lauren) Uh huh, get hit in his 'fro, it's makin' 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 fuckin' sink, yeah (uh huh) It's goin' through doors Goin' through trees, goin' through everything that you see, yeah I created like everything that you see Yeah, I be with some crips but most of my niggas throwin' up B's Catchin' Z's on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans, I could keep goin'