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Jace Iayze - Go Thru Trees Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Summrs]
(Yeah) Thirty-thousand on my wrist (Yeah)
Fuck 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 motherfucking switch and that bitch don't ph— (Phew)

[Chorus: Summrs]
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 niggas 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)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Dirty pole on me, bitch, it could keep blowing (Yeah)
Yеah, blowin' up this fucking 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 ARPgot a flashlight (Yeah)
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Giving her dick, give her act right (Yeah)
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
[Verse 2: iayze]
E-Class, bitch bad, I could keep going (Uh)
She tryna suck my dick, I'm like, "Bitch, keep blowing" (Brr)
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 he keep going
I done walked in CDG, bitch, this ain't Ralph Lauren
Uh-huh, get hit in his throat, 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 (Woo), uh-huh

[Chorus: Summrs]
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 niggas 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)