BYGPW (Colors) - Wale

Look, haha

Yeah

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

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»

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

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

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

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)

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

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?