Текст песни True Colors - Lul Ri

I'm seeing these niggas true colors
I got this shit straight out the gutter
Yea you not in the trap, you're a runner
Yea you not in the trap, you're a runner
And it's crazy that I went from nothing to something
Working from winter to summer
I'mma keep getting paper nigga, yea I love it
My bruvas on go, nigga, we ain't bluffing
Yea close your eyes, shut your mouth
Fore this big forty take you out, nigga
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
And Money Ties put that boy to sleep
Dressed in all black, nigga like a creep
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

Niggas faded off the lean, I'm really living out a dream
Slide down with that beam, nothing's really what it seems
I'm making money with the team
I'm a goon with a alibi, nigga, I'm dirty but clean
When you're good at something, you don't do it for free
I could move a QP in my sleep
And I can make his bitch jump to run his ass over, now the nigga look like a speed bump
I'm back and I'm better lil nigga
Yea, just hit my phone for a verse whenever you need one
And I done seen niggas switch up but now they all dead to me
I had the trap bouncing, just like a trampoline

I'm seeing these niggas true colors
I got this shit straight out the gutter
Yea, you not in the trap, you're a runner
Yea, you not in the trap, you're a runner
And it's crazy that I went from nothing to something
Working from winter to summer
I'mma keep getting paper nigga, yea I love it
My bruvas on go, nigga, we ain't bluffing
Yea close your eyes, shut your mouth
Fore this big forty take you out, nigga
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
And Money Ties put that boy to sleep
Dressed in all black, nigga like a creep
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

Stepping, I got my foot on they necks
I crushed em', now I'mma ask who next
This a letter to my ex
I gotta ice cold heart and a ice cold neck
Gymnastics, I'mma go without a net
He lacking, how you trap without a tech
How you say that's your girl but she giving me neck
When I'm shooting, I'mma aim above the vest
He a rat, he just got caught in a trap
Like DJ Khaled, nigga we the best
She said she would die for me I told her to hold her breathe
Like a Hot Chili Pepper nigga, I'mma step
Pull up with a stick, I got a mop for the mess
I'm a dog, nigga take me to the vet
These younging's treat me like a vet
I'm seeing these niggas true colors

I got this shit straight out the gutter
Yea, you not in the trap, you're a runner
Yea, you not in the trap, you're a runner
And it's crazy that I went from nothing to something
Working from winter to summer
I'mma keep getting paper nigga, yea I love it
My bruvas on go, nigga, we ain't bluffing
Yea close your eyes, shut your mouth
Fore this big forty take you out, nigga
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
And Money Ties put that boy to sleep
Dressed in all black, nigga like a creep
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream