Colors - Tee Grizzley

Raf Simons cost me five slips

That Goyard bag another five strip

You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that’s my shit

Would’ve 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 (nice shit)

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 (never sold no re-rock)

All these colors in my chain like a peacock

I let that .40 slam 'till it decock

Ridin' through my old hood, with some new money

Blue money, they that mad?

Tell 'em do somethin' (come do something nigga)

Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi’s

Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy (shit'll get too messy)

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 (skrt)

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 opps

I know some Crips, know some Tree Tops

Name good, I ain’t never sold no re-rock (never sold no re-rock)

All these colors in my chain like a peacock

I let that .40 slang 'till it decock (bloaw, bloaw)

Know some BD’s, I know some gangsta’s

Get outta line and they a spank ya (and they a spank ya)

Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers

Know some Sex Money Murda niggas that’ll paint ya (gang, gang, gang, gang)