true colors
Whoa
Whoa-ah
Yeah
Up in the MCO, tryna find me like I'm Nemo
Brodie, he off keto, probably jugg you out your PO
That boy hot like Cheeto
Probably snitchin' for Dorito
Time him out like T.O, get him gone
You can't even see bro
How you say you gang, boy
You ain't gang, you is a joke
Put a price up on his head, I put a tag up on his toe
I'm with bro, two deep in this ho, then we hit the road
Send the loc', I bet you get poached
Smoke him like some roast
He a ho, seen him hit his ho like he hit the folks
In that Rolls, pullin' off and go
Too deep in that Ghost
He a joke, his true colors showin'
Knew he was a ho
Ain't a choice, man, this shit sad
But that just the way it goes
Up in the MCO, tryna find me like I'm Nemo
Brodie, he off keto, probably jugg you out your PO
That boy hot like Cheeto
Probably snitchin' for Dorito
Time him out like T.O, get him gone
You can't even see bro
How you say you gang, boy
You ain't gang, you is a joke
Put a price up on his head, I put a tag up on his toe
I'm with bro, two deep in this ho, then we hit the road
Send the loc', I bet you get poached
Smoke him like some roast (let them go)
Whoa-ah
Yeah
Up in the MCO, tryna find me like I'm Nemo
Brodie, he off keto, probably jugg you out your PO
That boy hot like Cheeto
Probably snitchin' for Dorito
Time him out like T.O, get him gone
You can't even see bro
How you say you gang, boy
You ain't gang, you is a joke
Put a price up on his head, I put a tag up on his toe
I'm with bro, two deep in this ho, then we hit the road
Send the loc', I bet you get poached
Smoke him like some roast
He a ho, seen him hit his ho like he hit the folks
In that Rolls, pullin' off and go
Too deep in that Ghost
He a joke, his true colors showin'
Knew he was a ho
Ain't a choice, man, this shit sad
But that just the way it goes
Up in the MCO, tryna find me like I'm Nemo
Brodie, he off keto, probably jugg you out your PO
That boy hot like Cheeto
Probably snitchin' for Dorito
Time him out like T.O, get him gone
You can't even see bro
How you say you gang, boy
You ain't gang, you is a joke
Put a price up on his head, I put a tag up on his toe
I'm with bro, two deep in this ho, then we hit the road
Send the loc', I bet you get poached
Smoke him like some roast (let them go)
Credits
Writer(s): Rio Leyva, Elijah Policard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.