No Color Bangin' ft. Crvcc Weezy Lyrics

I remember red flags, tied on my face, nigga it’s war time

My 4-5, got me cold, telling more lies

I told coach, put me in, you sitting court side

It’s not, too many living, if we all ride

Since 2006, I carry full clips

Cause you can never know, who, still be on that bullshit

Never had a co-defendant, so you can’t check the facts

7 9 3 gangsta, wit niggaz bangin' that

Rollin 60’s, neighborhood shit

Grape street watts, Mafia Crip

Shit really the same, nigga we all black

No matter if you poppin' a gun, or making a jaw crack.

Since south Ward still, I gave you conscious rap

But niggaz round the way been askin' where the Gutta at

Well here you go, just another subject you should know

Color bangin' in the south, don’t happen no more

B hop, crip walk all the way to the dough

Fuck bitches, fuck police cuz they fuck us the most

I’m that type of slave that’ll jumped off the boat

Keep it G, don’t snitch, and always follow the code

What that red bout, wrong word & I’ll pop ya

The ghetto been, divided & conquered

All these crackers see is black and that’s all

They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog

What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked

Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that

Many things in common, murder informants

Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit

No color Bangin

Befriend my enemies, enemies on some war shit, we floor shit

Gang bangin' trying to get on the Forbes list

More risk, we gotta take, don't pump ya brake

Hittin' corners, I did the time man fuck the race

Im coming from the south i'm talkin' Schley to the 40

Shout out my comrades and my cousins bangin' the 40's

If you're real don't ignore me, every hood got a story

On the road to the glory, when it rains it be pouring

Yeah, niggaz be fraud they ain't official

They wanna go to war, how we coming we toting missiles

Stepping to me wrong, that's foul, ref blow the whistle

Blunt filled with that strong, that's wild, you smoking pencils

Everybody tryna get paper

Either you trappin' or with the gang hittin' cappers

Run with the real no matter the flag or the flavor

You stunt you get killed now you have passed as a hater

This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya

We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers

This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya

We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers

Big bra told me to focus, see where this music can take ya

You know we still bangin', ya bitch a rat i'm gone rape her

Attach it to the board, I named my F&N a stapler

Every night I thank the lord but i'm Almighty, i'm the savior

What that red bout, wrong word & I’ll pop ya

The ghetto been, divided & conquered

All these crackers see is black and that’s all

They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog

What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked

Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that

Many things in common, murder informants

Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit

No color Bangin