Colors
Are you stupid?
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
I love all my brothers, say
I know these niggas jealous, and I be rockin' Margiela
And I'm showin' my colors, ay
All you see is ghetto birds
I'm just tryna surf
It feel hell on earth
Granny said you'll be great, and I always got good taste
I be runnin' around of course, and I beat all my cases
Rockin' all white, like I'm racist
I be drivin' in my own porch
Even pressed my own coach
Are you stupid?
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
And I'm showin' my colors
Are you stupid?
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
And I'm showin' my colors
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
I love all my brothers, say
I know these niggas jealous, and I be rockin' Margiela
And I'm showin' my colors, ay
All you see is ghetto birds
I'm just tryna surf
It feel hell on earth
Granny said you'll be great, and I always got good taste
I be runnin' around of course, and I beat all my cases
Rockin' all white, like I'm racist
I be drivin' in my own porch
Even pressed my own coach
Are you stupid?
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
And I'm showin' my colors
Are you stupid?
I ain't gon cap, hm
I was just young on the porch
Uh-uh, valentine, I used to rob these bitches for their Micheal Kors, ay
Tryna get a gift to my old lady
Love got 4 letters
My first gun was Beretta nigga, hey
And I'm showin' my colors
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Cano
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