Lyrics Go Thru Trees - Summrs , Jace!

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-

It's going through doors, going through trees
Going through everything that you see, yeah
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
20 racks, 30 racks, 40 racks in my jeans
I could keep going

Dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowing
Yeah, blowin' up this fucking world, C4
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 (fit cost a nigga rent)
All of his hoes is bent (all of his hoes is bent)
All of his drugs is fent (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 (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, it's going through doors, going through trees
Going through everything that you see, yeah
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
20 racks, 30 racks, 40 racks in my jeans
I could keep going