Colors

Raf Simmons cost me five slips
Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga thats my shit
Would of pushed Ricos shit back, I am not Mitch
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Gettin money, why these niggas gettin mad?
Jump off the plane with a couple of Ms in the bag
If anybody play with me, its numbers on their head
We aint gon talk about it though, thats the end of that
Trappin, Im still into that, address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin like
They got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catchin bags,
Sendin out and sittin back (aha)
Rose Presi on my wrist, I can afford that
Back in the day, I couldnt even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldnt even look toward the bitch
Now she suck my dick and dont say shit
When I record the bitch ( catch that)
Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from playin with joysticks
To out in traffic blowin sticks (Graa)
When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
Stank from my cologne,
Ima fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother Ima stack and get this paper right
But Im spendin 60k a month just on everyday life
When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
Problems they got, they gon call you like you caused em
Fall up in the club, I can rain till its morning
Start in every game cause at practice,
Ive been ballin (swish)
Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell em pull up with them sticks and let em hit,
You better not miss, bitch
I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
Name good, I aint never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang till it decock
Ridin through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that mad? Tell em do somethin
Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presis
Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets,
Dont get a key put on your ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon knock you in half
Heavy cash load, got my back broke
Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
Sent me pics and videos, you cant get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
Bitch, dont get yo head painted,
You gon look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin us and you know what they good for
Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
If you bout that life, then what you lookin shook for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase Ms, .40 on me,
All big face bills
In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin the space build
If the police flip me with this Glock, Ima face ten
I aint supposed to be the shooter, Im on top
But I still let it spray like its 4 days into July
Ive been runnin red light in my city, I know its hot
Id rather take the ticket, niggas want my top
Its so many opps
I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
Name good, I aint never sold no re-rock
All these colors in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang till it decock
Know some BDs, I know some gangstas
Get outta line and they a spank ya
Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
Know some sex, money,
Murder niggas thatll paint ya (gang gang gang gang)