Colors

Ebm
Raf Simmons cost me five slips
B
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
Ebm
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, 
nigga that's my shit
B
Would of pushed Rico's shit back, I 
am not Mitch
Ebm
Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these niggas 
gettin' mad?
B
Jump off the plane with a couple of 
M's in the bag
Ebm
If anybody play with me, it's 
numbers on their head
B
We ain't gon' talk about it though, 
that's the end of that

[Verse 1]
Ebm
Trappin', I'm still into that, 
address, I can send you that
   B
So if my label drop me, I can still 
look like I rap
Ebm
Know a couple of niggas livin' like 
they got platinum plaques (Aha)
B
All they doing is catchin' bags, 
sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
Ebm
Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can 
afford that
B
Back in the day, I couldn't even 
look toward that
Ebm
When I was broke, I couldn't even 
look toward the bitch
B                                 
Now she suck my dick and don't say
  Abm
 shit when I record the bitch (catch
 that)
Ebm
Been on the indictment list, tryna 
see the Forbes list
B
Went from playin' with joysticks to 
out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
Ebm
When your fans gets your name 
tatted, then you know you lit
B
Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her
 if she snort the drip (aha)
Ebm
Promise my brother I'ma stack and 
get this paper right
B
But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on
 everyday life
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Ebm
When you that bag, everybody wanna 
whirl it
B
Problems they got, they gon' call 
you like you 'caused 'em
Ebm
Fall up in the club, I can rain 
'till it's morning
B
Start in every game 'cause at 
practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Ebm
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me 
on my shit (what)
          B
Tell 'em pull up with them sticks 
and let 'em hit, you better not 
miss, bitch

[Bridge]
Ebm
   I know some Crips, know some 
TreeTops
       B
Name good, I ain't never sold no 
re-rock
Ebm
All these colors in my chain like a 
peacock
B
I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
Ebm
Ridin' through my old hood, with 
some new money
B
Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em 
do somethin'
Ebm
Got three Tennis chains, and like 
two Presi's
B
Three choppas, four Glocks, this 
shit too heavy

[Verse 2]
Ebm
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, 
key to the bag
B
I got the key to the streets, don't 
get a key put on your ass
Ebm
When I do that, you know them niggas
 gon' knock you in half
B
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Ebm
Bitches on the East, and on the West
 Coast
B
Sent me pics and videos, you can't 
get my passcode
Ebm
Ten up in the motor, got the hood 
broke
B
Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, 
you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted
 red)
Ebm
Ridin' through Atlanta with my nigga
 Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
B
Niggas trailin' us and you know what
 they good for
Ebm
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for 
that good dope
B
If you 'bout that life, then what 
you lookin' shook for?
Ebm                               
Told my lil bro, I had to chase 
   B
M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
Ebm
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin'
 the space build
B
If the police flip me with this 
Glock, I'ma face ten
Ebm
I ain't supposed to be the shooter, 
I'm on top
       B
But I still let it spray like it's 4
 days into July
           Ebm
I've been runnin' red light in my 
city, I know it's hot
           B
I'd rather take the ticket, niggas 
want my top, it's so many opp's

[Otro]
Ebm
  I know some Crips, know some 
TreeTops
B
Name good, I ain't never sold no 
re-rock
Ebm
All these colors in my chain like a 
peacock
B
I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
Ebm
Know some BD's, I know some 
gangsta's
B
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Ebm
Know some Pirus, know some 
head-bangers
B
Know some sex, money, murder niggas 
that'll paint ya

[Otro]
(Repeat till fade)
|Ebm |B