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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Zona Man
Zona Man
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kapri
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Songwriter
Zona Man
Zona Man
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Zona Man
Zona Man
Producer
Bacon and Popcorn
Bacon and Popcorn
Producer
Hunter
Hunter
Producer
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Chorus]
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color
[Verse 1]
Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother
She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her
She my baby, LOL, okay
She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day
We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid
Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money
And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money
You know I finger fuck the hundreds, you know I got them bitches comin'
Know that one-point-five is nothin', bought a castle, it came with a dungeon
We got bad hoes, different colors, we got foreign cars, different colors
[Instrumental]
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color
[Verse 2]
Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass
I just made a move at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it"
Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard
King swipe, I keep that jwett, baby, I doubt you wanna be my runner
I had jumped on a jet with the whole block to get to Houston
With an old Glock 9 from a 2019 shoot
Might fuck around, doze off, so I need a driver when I move
I poured a whole Wock', I'm sippin' Tris and whoopty-woo
Whippin' that coleslaw that don't look purple, it's really blue
Knockin' these hoes off, you fallin' in love with tricks, so silly you
[Instrumental]
Colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, Rollie different colors
Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters
I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya
Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color
Written by: Bill Kapri, Hunter Roberts, Igor Mamet, Michael Lamar White II, Peter Jideonwo, Timothy Jordan Jenks, Zona Man
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