Go Thru Trees

Thirty thousand on my wrist

Fuck your card, it get flipped

All these broads gettin' flipped

Made a hundred thousand off rip

All of these meds is script

That Glock got a mothafuckin' switch and that bitch don't fff

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 my **** throwin' up Bs

Catchin' Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine

Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans

I could keep goin'

Dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowin'

Yeah, blowin' up this fuckin' world, C4'in'

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, and ARP got a flashlight

Pull up on you with my mask tight

Givin' her dick, give her act right

Can't remember nothin' from last night

I used to skip class, now I skip the seats and get to first class

Put his body in the trash bag

E-Class, bitch bad, I could keep goin'

She tryna suck my dick, I'm like, bitch, keep blowin'

Fit cost a **** rent

All of his hoes 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 he keep goin'

All I want is CDG, bitch, this ain't Ralph Lauren

Uh huh, hittin' 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 a bitch wetter than a fuckin' sink, yeah

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 my **** throwin' up B's

Catchin' Zs on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off codeine

Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans

I could keep goin'