KOLORS

[Intro: YG]

Uh-oh (Diego)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]

I just poured a eight of dope

To celebrate the trip he took, he let that kata blow

I'm 'bout whatever with my dogs, whichever way it go

We bulletproof the SUV, just tryna make it home (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

They takin' photos with they poles instead of savin' souls

They show me work when my big brother had to take control

The streets is mine, don't let 'em lie that you, don't play the role

About the last nigga that— (Yeah), say no more

If niggas know me, then they know your nigga known for crammin'

We slap buttons on the glizzy, got him speakin' Spanish

Call it documented funk when niggas Instagrammin' (Yeah)

Bump into me out in traffic, see who's really handin'

Let's see who really blammin'

[Chorus: YG]

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)

[Verse 2: YG]

To the bank I fuckin' go, she a ho, I love her, though

To the face, I'm chuckin' fours, big Bs on the road

Caught him slippin', took his soul, oh well, fuck him though

What the fuck was up with Blood? Thought he was a untouchable

4Hunnid Hell Gang, yeah, we in the flesh

Roomy CMs, but we don't take no disrespect

Dislocate a nigga jaw if he diss the set

I just hit the bitch raw, ooh, her shit was wet

Red rag flaggin', thirty-four savage

All my niggas havin', we ain't carryin' no baggage

YG so ratchet, you know we keep a ratchet

Bulletproof the Caddy, 'cause nigga, we ain't never lackin'

[Chorus: YG & Ackrite]

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Ayy, 4Hunnid, red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Yeah, baggin')

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad, you know what's happenin')

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)

[Verse 3: Ackrite]

Uh, I'm at the bank tryna hit the teller, uh-huh

I got a shank and a black Beretta, ooh-ooh

Inglewood, bitch, we do it better, uh

Two point five with the corals on Saint Ella

My voicemail jail calls from them grave diggers

Two times for the hood, we only raise killers

No morals, no respect, who made niggas? (Who?)

Suu whoopin' with a check, which gang member? Uh-uh

They can't fuck with me, I promise (I promise)

Ayy, bitch, I'm V.I.P., I'm proper (I'm proper)

If I fuck with you, you should be honest (Should know)

Dolo gang, we gon' spin 'til we nauseous, nigga (Uh)

[Chorus: YG]

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag, woo)

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)

Red rag flaggin'-ass nigga (Red raggin')

Big bag ratchet-ass nigga (Big bag)

Bad bitch havin'-ass nigga (Bad, bad)

To the bank, laughin'-ass nigga (Yeah, that)