Color Wheel Lyrics

Valon, swag

Swag, Valon

Let's go, swag

Color wheel

Swagged out colors on my wheel

Swagged out colors on my wheel

Color my emotions like a wheel, mix my potions like the still

Aimed to draw, ain't until

Crossed the hills, how the hell you deal

How the hell you deal, how you mix that fuckin' real

I was in the trenches, float with hoes

Throwing ones, throw one hundreds

Throw hibachi dinner date, how I'm stuntin'

Got the mac 11, ten

Hit drum by the barrel, hit drum by the barrel

Said she steal, and she shed a tear

Shed alone, and she go

Go so fucking far, I can't see her, on my own

Mixed like credit cards

How the hell you stunt and how your bitches hitting off

My bitch get it done, my bitch made the sun

And she smoking off my gas and she smoking hella funds

Funding off the pressure, into preaching

I won't feel like a paraplegic, it's for teaching, know it's for teaching

Got my racks still

Got a big bag and I filled it with some pills ha-ha-ha

Got a big bag and I filled it with some pills come—come as you are never stale

Never stale

Hit my FaceTime with the deal

Hit my—hit my FaceTime with the deal

Hit my—hit my FaceTime with the deal

What the deal?

What up nigga?

Pop out at my shows like he talk and he gon' figure, that that's my nigga, that that's my nigga, yeah, yeah, oh

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low

Check a bad bitch for the low, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can't smoke my

Nigga can't smoke my dope

Nigga get

Nigga get runnin'

Nigga get runnin'

Better get runnin'

Better get gone

Better get gone

Better get on

Got to move on

Got to move on

Got to move on