Troy Ave - Colors & Commas lyrics

[Intro: Troy Ave] Had to turn the levels down a lil' bit I got it BSB P. Reign what up my G [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Troy Ave young boss I'm on another level like Mars See me up like the stars I got a spaceship for upcall 6 Series Bimmer, it's not mine but f** it it's my dawgs I rap [?] when I floss but when I'm on the crib with these hoes I'mma make a call, get a car for my man A n***a ride and drop [?] Pull up to the spot, put her hand in my pants She pull a n***a co*k put her head in my [?] [?] I made most of my money off crack I ain't gossip, I'm just stating facts I got that Dolce&Gabbana [?] 9mm ciggy, she finna teed up her name Tiggy Okay I changed her name to "be discret" Her name really Chanel and she sneaky She in with yo boy when the man ain't home He hittin' the girl like : Where she goin'? b**h [?] act to a bestfriend phone [?] and don't [Hook: Troy Ave & P. Reign] I be sub-stabbing in my Coogi k**ers and commas lucci Won't let her hope it seduce me Me and my dawgs we salugi Take her for some fun in the 6 She just wanna come with the clique Told Gucci pull in the whip n***a I got guns in this b**h [Verse 2: P. Reign] Talk to me, talk to me Take the leash off your b**h, tell her walk to me Big dawg man these puppies can't bark with me Cheat the club like Atlanta brought the hoax with me Imma bless you know I keep dawg with me Still a lot of n***a [?] the shark with me Got your shawty at the window yellin' "Run Ricky" And f** it if I get caught Imma call Drizzy I'm the n***a to see, I still get it for cheap From like a year ago with me [?] yellin free [?] Never mention my name, never mention my team Or your head on the curb, n***a swallow your teeth n***a pull up and see, it ain't nothin' to beef Know we got expensive tastes but the bullets are cheap Imma do this one for Yams, [?] She want a young wavy n***a made her swallow to see [Hook: Troy Ave & P. Reign] I be sub-stabbing in my Coogi k**ers and commas and lucci Won't let her hope it seduce me Me and my dawgs we salugi Take her for some fun in the 6 She just wanna come with the clique Told Gucci pull in the whip n***a I got guns in this b**h [Verse 3: Troy Ave & P. Reign] MMC Money Murder Crew It's a proven fact and we'll murder you, hypothetically speaking I'm going to jail if the police [?] Into my past n***as I done pa** Tell to my lawyer I beat it with cash Off cookin' up mash, potato [?] Swear to God, I thought I was gon get the 8080 Me, a n***a so blessed, I ain't riding a GSL I came from the bottom now a n***a doin' damn well Lately at the top, pay me you'll get pot Used to work on the block now I'm watchin' the stock I can handle the rock like I handle the Glock Okay come see I'm [?] with the shot Shout out my n***a cause you know that's my n***a If I tell you I love you, girl you know it's the liquor Only answer for money so if you're callin' me n***a Then you better say "Cheese" like you pose for the picture (Woah) [Hook: Troy Ave & P. Reign] I be sub-stabbing in my Coogi k**ers and commas lucci Won't let her hope it seduce me Me and my dawgs we salugi Take her for some fun in the 6 She just wanna come with the clique Told Gucci pull in the whip n***a I got guns in this b**h