COLORS

Lyrics

[Chorus: Remble] Don't even think about it, bro, just keep going Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn) You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not joking I told ol' boy, "Don't take the burner if you not blowing" (Laudiano) I seen you post your dead homie, then I kept scrolling I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring You always post your homie's blicky, that is not yours Remember plug ran out of Glockies, then I bought Taurus My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris [Verse 1: Remble] Remember hoppin' out with—, tuh, feeling fantastic I tried to get to him faster, but it was bad traffic Ran back to the whip out of breath like I was an asthmatic He was stretched out on the ground with his arms crossed like the Black Panther Free them ****, them other guys, really can't stand 'em If they don't want any trouble, they better sit down then Like, go and get you a trophy when you go down there Free Cowboy, free Breezy, man, free the grandkids If you gon' drive your whip, take off the plates If you didn't pass for twenty or better, that's not a safe My big homie in his fifties, I witnessed him hit a gate We spin again and spin again and spin again until we can't [Chorus: Remble] Don't even think about it, bro, just keep going Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn) You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not joking I told ol' boy, "Don't take the burner if you not blowing" I seen you post your dead homie, then I kept scrolling I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring You always post your homie's blicky, that is not yours Remember plug ran out of Glockies, then I bought Taurus My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris [Verse 2: Stoneda5th] We don't care about they side, they homies in coffins He felt the bullets hit his body, but he just kept joggin' Ride 'round with R3, think he known for crashin' foreigns You gotta come to the pitch, try to get your name cleared Don't want the kids to see you get right, take 'em to daycare Seen his momma when we slid, and we did not care He kept on trollin' on the 'Gram, that got his ass killed That nigga trippin', turn you evil when you in the field God on my shoulder, but the Devil tryna interfere I heard they caught him out of state, thought he was in the clear I had to bring it in the club, 'cause my life can't be shortened I don't gotta pass my gun, we gon' keep scorin' All they friends keep on dyin', they tears keep pourin' PJ walked him, went out of the pints, so we gon' keep pourin' Only talkin' 'bout the money, everything else, I'm ignorin' I'll slide all myself, I don't care who not goin' [Chorus: Remble] Don't even think about it, bro, just keep going Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn) You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not joking I told ol' boy, "Don't take the burner if you not blowing" I seen you post your dead homie, then I kept scrolling I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring You always post your homie's blicky, that is not yours Remember plug ran out of Glockies, then I bought Taurus My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris [Verse 3: Mozzy] Yeah, jump out, I'll disload on your bitch ass Gang'll never see parole 'cause your snitch ass Two-tone F&N, think that ho mismatch Don't want no credit for that body, though, we did that I just popped a half a oozer, lil' bro sober If you freeze up on the skit, you get a cold shoulder 'Sace briefs for the yeekie, I need no holster This a nookie throwaway, but I'm the fourth owner Put your partner in that zimmy for the dope smokers Poppin' bottles on my story, mean he's no longer Try and tag me on the 'Gram if he ain't toe-taggin' Since my brother passed away, we give no passes Get away with snatchin' chains when you soul-snatchin' Your big homie ain't no felon, he's a coc' addict They keep catchin' me with ratchets, I do no lackin' So it's fuck Bobby Hodges and Danny McGavin [Chorus: Remble] Don't even think about it, bro, just keep going Let 'em find out who it was, they gon' be on you You don't got your phone with you and the whip stolen If the boys hear about this one, you know who told 'em (Damn) You don't have to pass the weed, I am not smoking I'm like Rocket off of Colors, I am not joking I told ol' boy, "Don't take the burner if you not blowing" I seen you post your dead homie, then I kept scrolling I guess you subbed me on the 'Gram until it got boring You always post your homie's blicky, that is not yours Remember plug ran out of Glockies, then I bought Taurus My chest was poking out the shirt, I felt like Chuck Norris