True Colors

I don't see how you could ride something crazy like that man
It's too wild you couldn't handle it
Yeah, woah, ohh
Uh uh, huh-huh
Huh, huh, yeah
Uh, yeah

I'm futuristic bitch
The watch it came with a glist
Forbes, aye I'm making the list
Before I didn't exist
You showed your true colors please do not pretend
I left that lil' hoe in the wind
I got me a skrt, and than I just dipped
A foreign lil' bitch
I got a Louis V, filled with blues
I made a hundred I break the rules
You don't want smoke, I'mma aim the tool
Aye, yeah, aye
I'mma go ride with the gang
I'mma go crack the safe, yeah

Skrt in that demon, you hear the roar
Imagine that shit I went through just to score
Came from the trenches it's cold like the north
But it made me to a man, to a lord
Now I'm a king where's my crown with the thorns
I'm number one, like first born
Loving these racks, yes I adore
I got a plan, cannot abort
I follow through with the shot
In this all net, no need for a board
I'm really sick with the glock
She calling cause I'm at the top
I'm balling and I'm stunting a lot
I'm balling and I'm stunting a lot
I'm balling and I'm stunting a lot

I'm futuristic bitch
The watch it came with a glist
Forbes, aye I'm making the list
Before I didn't exist
You showed your true colors please do not pretend
I left that lil' hoe in the wind
I got me a skrt, and than I just dipped
A foreign lil' bitch
I got a Louis V, filled with blues
I made a hundred I break the rules
You don't want smoke, I'mma aim the tool
Aye, yeah, aye
I'mma go ride with the gang
I'mma go crack the safe



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Holt
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