Colors Lyrics

I got colors, I got flavors

Coming through on ballin' like the Lakers

If that's your bitch, you can fuckin' have her

Fuck that bitch, I already bag her

Run up on hoodfav nigga catch a body

Talking all that hot shit, it's not your hobby

Pull up to your crib or ur fuckin lobby

Have my gang pull up and we crash the party

Bitch, run up to a fuckin mill niggas always talkin'

All that goofy nigga, what's the deal

I don't know what's fake or real, so I gotta fuckin watch my back these niggas out to kill

I don't know what the fuck to feel

Pressure always hitting both ways, always on my heels

Me and gang be having fuckin' thrills

Niggas always tryna try us, we be in the field

And niggas said I couldn't rap niggas be fake-ass frauds

They be fuckin' cap, I just be with your broad

Damn near running laps , nigga was so fuckin' mad

Told me bring her back, so I pull up in the whip

I fuckin' brung his bitch, so I call up

Bro, I need a hundred clips

Then I called up a plug I need two hundred zip

Then I called up, yo, bitch, she tryna suck the tip

Now she tryna hit my backy

Skatin' right in the caddy

Skatin' right to her daddy's

Told that bitch, drop that addy

I'm ridin' fast, I'm ridin' savvy

I'm ridin' smooth, I'm ridin' crazy

Gang fuckin' brazy

Do this shit on a fuckin' daily

I got colors, I got flavors

Comin' through on ballin' like the Lakers

If that's your bitch, you can fuckin' have her

Fuck that bitch, I already bagged her

Run up on hoodfav nigga catch a body

Talkin' all that hot shit, that's not your hobby

Pull up to your crib or your fuckin' lobby

Have my gang pull up and we cross the party