Tee Grizzley - Colors lyrics

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)