COLORS

Lyrics

[Chorus] Mixin' colors, styro' look like tie-dye She feelin' me and we click, shit faster than high-speed wi-fi I get active, it ain't nothin' to pop out I'm radioactive, baby, it couldn't even be no cop-out Eighty-five hundred all dubs, Cortez diamonds, all studs Marchin' with trey-four soldiers, skinheads, but no buzz Brought a bottle girl back to my place, shot the fade 'cause I needed my one I gotta beat that, huh, I gotta beat that up G19 with a Kel-Tec, let that blicky pop I'm way in over my head, I gotta keep me one AMG fully loaded, speaker kit don't knock It's way too much on the line, I gots to leave with somethin' [Verse] Tom Ford aroma, new-car smell, Dior Dollars and diplomas, give me that green paper for sure I'm poppin' on her for the plot, now she wanna OD, oh my Lord Uh, grind for my beacoup, come out better that, then I'm back in my bag Fourstar grindin', finna apply my wax Brought G's to Europe, then I applied some hash Smoked out the telly, then I smoked out the Wagen Got a discount on my frrt-frrt from fine shit in the 'Raq Out in the 'Raq Got a discount on my brrt from fine shit in the 'Raq Out in the 'Raq Got a discount on my brrt from fine shit in the 'Raq She told me apply a lil' pressure, now she ain't abide to that, uh Pistol on the dresser matches with no tag Whippin' it with no insurance, spun out from all of the traction Fuckin' this ho off the Yerc', I'm takin' affirmative action Gotta lie to this ho, she in her feelings, can't handle no facts Got way too much in my phone goin' on to be worried about tags Look, ice on ice on ice, put chains on as long as they rap Uh, shootin' my shot with it all, roll out just like craps [Chorus] Mixin' colors, styro' look like tie-dye She feelin' me and we click, shit faster than high-speed wi-fi I get active, it ain't nothin' to pop out I'm radioactive, baby, it couldn't even be no cop-out Eighty-five hundred all dubs, Cortez diamonds, all studs Marchin' with trey-four soldiers, skinheads, but no buzz Brought a bottle girl back to my place, shot the fade 'cause I needed my one I gotta beat that, huh, I gotta beat that up G19 with a Kel-Tec, let that blicky pop I'm way in over my head, I gotta keep me one AMG fully loaded, speaker kit don't knock It's way too much on the line, I gots to leave with somethin' [Outro] It's way too much on the line, I gots to leave with somethin'