(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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother
She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her
She my baby, L-O-L, okay
She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day
We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid
Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money
And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money
You know I finger-f*ck the hundreds, you know I got them bitches comin'
'Nother one-point-five it's 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass
I just made a movie at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it"
Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard
King Snipe, I keep that Drac', her baby daddy 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 shootin'
Might f*ck 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Trippie Redd - COLORS Lyrics
Trippie Redd - COLORS Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
(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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother
She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her
She my baby, L-O-L, okay
She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day
We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid
Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money
And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money
You know I finger-f*ck the hundreds, you know I got them bitches comin'
'Nother one-point-five it's 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass
I just made a movie at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it"
Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard
King Snipe, I keep that Drac', her baby daddy 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 shootin'
Might f*ck 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can't f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother
She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her
She my baby, L-O-L, okay
She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day
We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid
Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money
And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money
You know I finger-f*ck the hundreds, you know I got them bitches comin'
'Nother one-point-five it's 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass
I just made a movie at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it"
Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard
King Snipe, I keep that Drac', her baby daddy 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 shootin'
Might f*ck 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 f*ck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
F*ck your white tee, give that shit some color
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Hunter Roberts, Igor Mamet, Jordan Jenks, Michael Lamar II White, Peter Jideonwo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group