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COLORS

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'

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

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'

It's way too much on the line, I gots to leave with somethin'