No Color
I been Chasing M's I wanna hunnit in the safe
Riding with ah hunnit on my lap cause it ain't safe
Buddy play he crazy in these streets that boy going lay
Turn they blocks to cemeteries bet them boys decay
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
I don't bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
My bih gotta bag and she holding weight so you ain't hushing her
Monkey nuts, I bet a hunnit rounds that you ain't touching her
Crackas hit the trap with allat work we get to flushing it
When I'm pumping gas that gen five twenty-three I'm clutching it
Buddy think he crazier than me get to bussing it
Me myself and I without my Partnas you ain't touching me
I ain't talking Vodka gotta Cruisan That's going rush in here
Why they hate Big Honcho bruh? cause they hoes in love with me
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
I don't bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
Mr.overtime they know Big Honcho going put in work Nigga
Out on bond for months I had my dick up in the dirt Nigga
Please don't claim it's smoke cause you get put up on a shirt Nigga
All your partnas dead and gone You know that Fuck a curse Nigga
Talking like ah killer, scope he out that boy does loaf
All in front he house with this AR that gah ah scope
Tell he come outside cause I done cross this ain't joke
Feeling like a demon yeah wrath you done invoked
Claiming you ah dawg how many bullets you going fetch
Claiming you ah killa on the gram till you get stretched
Claiming you drop bodies till them people at yo neck
Suit and tie an ah box cause I could guarantee you next
I been Chasing M's I wanna hunnit in the safe
Riding with ah hunnit on my lap cause it ain't safe
Buddy play he crazy in these streets that boy going lay
Turn they blocks to cemeteries bet them boys decay
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
Ion bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
Riding with ah hunnit on my lap cause it ain't safe
Buddy play he crazy in these streets that boy going lay
Turn they blocks to cemeteries bet them boys decay
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
I don't bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
My bih gotta bag and she holding weight so you ain't hushing her
Monkey nuts, I bet a hunnit rounds that you ain't touching her
Crackas hit the trap with allat work we get to flushing it
When I'm pumping gas that gen five twenty-three I'm clutching it
Buddy think he crazier than me get to bussing it
Me myself and I without my Partnas you ain't touching me
I ain't talking Vodka gotta Cruisan That's going rush in here
Why they hate Big Honcho bruh? cause they hoes in love with me
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
I don't bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
Mr.overtime they know Big Honcho going put in work Nigga
Out on bond for months I had my dick up in the dirt Nigga
Please don't claim it's smoke cause you get put up on a shirt Nigga
All your partnas dead and gone You know that Fuck a curse Nigga
Talking like ah killer, scope he out that boy does loaf
All in front he house with this AR that gah ah scope
Tell he come outside cause I done cross this ain't joke
Feeling like a demon yeah wrath you done invoked
Claiming you ah dawg how many bullets you going fetch
Claiming you ah killa on the gram till you get stretched
Claiming you drop bodies till them people at yo neck
Suit and tie an ah box cause I could guarantee you next
I been Chasing M's I wanna hunnit in the safe
Riding with ah hunnit on my lap cause it ain't safe
Buddy play he crazy in these streets that boy going lay
Turn they blocks to cemeteries bet them boys decay
Five precent the whip don't want no problems when I slide
Trying run like Ricky through wind these bullets glide
How you screaming murder on my name but ain't outside
Ion bang no color like the mob bro I got ties
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Writer(s): Mike Hodge
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