Bolors

Lyrics

[Intro] (You already know who it is man, it's DJ Phat, flyest fat nigga you know, you other niggas is never competition you dig?) Yeah You already know how I'm rocking Bolors, bolors (Surreal gang lil' bitch) Know I'm fiftied up on gangway too man Aye, aye Sito, Sito, Sito (DJ Phat, what the fuck we sipping man?) [Verse 1] All red top, lookin' like [?] All red Saint Laurent chucks look like a [?] Burgundy bandana on, looking like the Redskins I got three-round burst on the Tec, trigger like a hairpin A hundred shooters with me nigga and them folks from Maryland I got bad ass bitches from the islands tryna' be my girlfriend All black F&N on me and it match my dark tint Got a shooter that look like Mad Max, he be ready to spark shit Red and blue Polo on me, looking like I'm Clark Kent Got a wood grain on that fucking Draco, I be ready to chop shit Got a red beam on that fucking Glock, same color my flag is I be trapping with them foreign plugs, same way that my dad did Blue tip bullets in my clip, same color my Aston Got a all black Saint Laurent jacket, [?] Try to run down on the fucking gang you know we gon' blam him I don't tote no fucking hi-points nigga cause' that shit be jamming (It's the Dedication nigga) [Chorus] Yeah, colors, bolors All my niggas banging bolors Bolors, all my niggas banging colors Colors, all my bitches yeah they bolors Bolors, yeah [Verse 2] All red Gucci bag, same color my bitch is I got all black Louis glasses, same color my sticks is I think that I'm colorblind, if it ain't green then I don't see shit R.S.G. you know I'm rich slime but I'm always on some street shit Got a bitch, that hoe from Panama but she don't know no English Got that all red National hat looking like a demon Got that all black Gucci bag just to keep my heat in Got that all black ARP, I'm not with that beefing (Is that DJ Phat? Go run that back)