Colors Lyrics - Tee Grizzley

[Intro] 

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 

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[Verse 1 ] 

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 

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[Bridge] 

I know some Crips, know some TreeTops 

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 

[Verse 2] 

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 

[Outro] 

I know some Crips, know some TreeTops 

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, murder niggas that'll paint ya