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yg - kolors lyrics

[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 n+gga that— (yeah), say no more
if n+ggas know me, then they know your n+gga known for crammin’
we slap b+ttons on the glizzy, got him speakin’ spanish
call it documented funk when n+ggas 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 n+gga (red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (big bag)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (yeah, that)
red rag flaggin’+ass n+gga (red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (big bag)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (yeah, that)
[verse 2: yg]
to the bank i f+ckin’ 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, f+ck him though
what the f+ck was up with blood? thought he was a untouchable
400 h+ll gang, yeah, we in the flesh
roomy cms, but we don’t take no disrespect
dislocate a n+gga jaw if he diss the set
i just hit the b+tch raw, ooh, her sh+t was wet
red rag flaggin’, thirty+four savage
all my n+ggas havin’, we ain’t carryin’ no baggage
yg so ratchet, you know we keep a ratchet
bulletproof the caddy, ’cause n+gga, we ain’t never lackin’

[chorus: yg & ackrite]
red rag flaggin’+ass n+gga (ayy, 400, red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (yeah, baggin’)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (yeah, that)
red rag flaggin’+ass n+gga (red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (big bag)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad, you know what’s happenin’)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (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, b+tch, 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 k!llers
no morals, no respect, who made n+ggas? (who?)
suu whoopin’ with a check, which gang member? uh+uh
they can’t f+ck with me, i promise (i promise)
ayy, b+tch, i’m v.i.p., i’m proper (i’m proper)
if i f+ck with you, you should be honest (should know)
dolo gang, we gon’ spin ’til we nauseous, n+gga (uh)
[chorus: yg]
red rag flaggin’+ass n+gga (red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (big bag, woo)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (yeah, that)
red rag flaggin’+ass n+gga (red raggin’)
big bag ratchet+ass n+gga (big bag)
bad b+tch havin’+ass n+gga (bad, bad)
to the bank, laughin’+ass n+gga (yeah, that)

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