CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Go Thru Trees
Yeah, thirty thousand on my wrist (Yeah)
F**k your car, it get flipped (Ha)
All these broads get flipped (Uh-uh)
Made a hunnid thousand off rip
All of these meds is 'script (Yeah)
That Glock got a motherf**king switch and that b*t*h don't— (Phew)
It's going through doors, going through trees (Yeah, yeah), 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 n***as throwing up B's (Yeah, yeah)
Catching 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 going (Yeah, yeah, yеah)
Dirty pole on me, b*t*h, it could keep blowing (Yeah)
Yеah, blowin' up this f**king world, C4'in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sipping on red at a red light (Yeah)
Don't make me catch you at the red light (Yeah)
Glock 26 got a green light (Yeah)
ARP got a red sight (Yeah, yeah)
The ARP got a flashlight (Yeah)
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Giving her d**k, give her act right (Yeah)
Can't remember nothing from last night
I used to skip cla**, now I skip the seats to get to first cla**
Put his body in the trash bag
E Cla**, b*t*h bad, I could keep going (Uh)
She tryna suck my d**k, I'm like, "B*t*h, keep blowing" (Brr)
Fit cost a n***a 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, b*t*h, if he keep going
I done walked in CDG, b*t*h, 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
B*t*h get wet in her pants, b*t*h, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got that b*t*h wetter than a f**king sink, yeah (Woo), uh-huh
It's going through doors, going through trees (Yeah), 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 n***as throwing up B's (Yeah, yeah)
Catching 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 going (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F**k your car, it get flipped (Ha)
All these broads get flipped (Uh-uh)
Made a hunnid thousand off rip
All of these meds is 'script (Yeah)
That Glock got a motherf**king switch and that b*t*h don't— (Phew)
It's going through doors, going through trees (Yeah, yeah), 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 n***as throwing up B's (Yeah, yeah)
Catching 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 going (Yeah, yeah, yеah)
Dirty pole on me, b*t*h, it could keep blowing (Yeah)
Yеah, blowin' up this f**king world, C4'in (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sipping on red at a red light (Yeah)
Don't make me catch you at the red light (Yeah)
Glock 26 got a green light (Yeah)
ARP got a red sight (Yeah, yeah)
The ARP got a flashlight (Yeah)
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Giving her d**k, give her act right (Yeah)
Can't remember nothing from last night
I used to skip cla**, now I skip the seats to get to first cla**
Put his body in the trash bag
E Cla**, b*t*h bad, I could keep going (Uh)
She tryna suck my d**k, I'm like, "B*t*h, keep blowing" (Brr)
Fit cost a n***a 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, b*t*h, if he keep going
I done walked in CDG, b*t*h, 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
B*t*h get wet in her pants, b*t*h, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got that b*t*h wetter than a f**king sink, yeah (Woo), uh-huh
It's going through doors, going through trees (Yeah), 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 n***as throwing up B's (Yeah, yeah)
Catching 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 going (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
