COLORS Lyrics – Trippie Redd & Kodak Black
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can’t *** with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
*** your white tee, give that *** some color
Yeah, that *** butter, she get it from her mother
She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her
She my baby, LOL, okay
She like to go both ways, get ***, geek up all day
We fried, stay up all late, they mad ’cause they not paid
Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad ***, same color money
And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money
You know I finger *** the hundreds, you know I got them *** comin’
Know that one-point-five is nothin’, bought a castle, it came with a dungeon
We got bad hoes, different colors, we got foreign cars, different colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can’t *** with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
*** your white tee, give that *** some color
Say, fleek *** on that red *** look like my Cutlass
I just made a move at Saks Fifth, I told ’em, “Run it”
Yellow *** so nice, gettin’ to that bread, call her mustard
Can’t even swipe, I keep that Drac’, baby, I doubt you wanna be my runner
I had jumped on a jet with the whole block to get to Houston
With an old Glock 9 from a 2019 shoot
Might *** around, doze off, so I need a driver when I move
I poured a whole Wock’, I’m sippin’ Tris and whoopty-woo
Whippin’ that coleslaw that don’t look purple, it’s really blue
Knockin’ these hoes off, you fallin’ in love with tricks, so silly you
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can’t *** with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
*** your white tee, give that *** some color