Wale — BYGPW Colors

[Intro] Look, haha Yeah [Chorus] Blue, yellow, green, pink, white I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life I done got hot, cold, like a million times I could prolly pop four at the same time [Verse 1] Grippin' on the back road, I been gettin' distant I be gettin' hot, cold, still be gettin' bitches Look at my ambition, through all my transgression Tomato or tomato, man, I'm still playin' (Turn it up) Yeah, catchin' a story, not a special Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro Flexin', if you know, you know, you know the reference When you get to floatin' you don't know what is impressive My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin' And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie The other one makin' seven figures, doin' nothin He gon' pull up on me, say "Turn it up" [Chorus] Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life I done got hot, cold, like a million times I could prolly pop four at the same time [Verse 2] I be sayin' anything, don't be thinkin' twice I prolly traumatize every woman in my life I used to fantasize on some women that I met But I don't stick around when they easy to forget The people so stressed, I'm geekin' off two My skin is all black, I think I need a blue My bitches won't see me 'less she see me on tour I said, "It's OnlyFans," that's where she even the score Oh, man, fuck it We both know she bad, we both know I ain't cuffin' Ah, oh, fuck it We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin' Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money Some niggas get hot where shit ain't about nothin' Slip in the '54, I'm kickin' it by summer Then here come a pandemic, I'm jokin', I'm back, junkie Numb and I feel nothin', livin' in my bubble Quarantinin' with demons, I'm livin' with my struggle Niggas is dyin' on me, the President lyin' to me I got me a five on me, I'ma turn it up [Chorus] Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white Never judge someone of a muhfuckin' vice I done got hot, cold, like a million times I could prolly pop four, then go online [Verse 3] A little Badu, a little bit of Jill I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real The pharmacy was raided, they ain't got it for real The block jumpin' for real, man, my lil' niggas (Turn it up) [Chorus] Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life I done got hot, cold, like a million times I could prolly pop four [Outro] Never mind, I'm out Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah It's everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest (Turn it up) Fade me out Ah, fade me Oh, this not the mothafuckin' percolator?