Colors

Raf Simmons cost me five slips Dat Goyard bag another fire strip You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit Would of pushed Rico's 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 M's in the bag If anybody play with me, it's numbers on their head We ain't gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that Trappin', I'm 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 couldn't even look toward that When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch Now she suck my dick and don't 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, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha) Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper right But I'm 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 it's morning Start in every game 'cause at practice, I've 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 Tree Tops Name good, I ain't 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 Presi's 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, don't 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 can't get my passcode Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke Bitch, don't 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 M's, .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, I'ma face ten I ain't supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top But I still let it spray like it's 4 days into July I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know it's hot I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock All these colors in my chain like a peacock I let that .40 slang 'till it decock Know some BD's, I know some gangsta's Get outta line and they a spank ya Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers Know some Sex Money Murda niggas that'll paint ya