Color Wheel

Valon, swag
Swag, Valon
Let’s go, swag
Color wheel
Swagged out colors on my wheel
Swagged out colors on my wheel

Color my emotions like a wheel, mix my potions like the still
Aimed to draw, ain’t until
Crossed the hills, how the hell you deal
How the hell you deal, how you mix that fuckin’ real
I was in the trenches, float with hoes
Throwing ones, throw one hundreds
Throw hibachi dinner date, how I’m stuntin’
Got the mac 11, 10
Hit drum by the barrel, hit drum by the barrel
Said she steal, and she shed a tear
Shed alone, and she go
Go so fucking far, I can’t see her, on my own
Mixed like credit cards
How the hell you stunt and how your bitches hitting off
My bitch get it done, my bitch made the sun
And she smoking off my gas and she smoking hella funds
Funding off the pressure, into preaching
I won’t feel like a paraplegic, it’s for teaching, know it’s for teaching
Got my racks still
Got a big bag and I filled it with some pills ha-ha-ha
Got a big bag and I filled it with some pills come—come as you are never stale
Never stale
Hit my FaceTime with the deal
Hit my—hit my FaceTime with the deal
Hit my—hit my FaceTime with the deal
What the deal?
What up nigga?
Pop out at my shows like he talk and he gon’ figure, that that’s my nigga, that that’s my nigga, yeah, yeah, oh

Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Nigga can’t hit this dope, check a bad bitch for the low
Check a bad bitch for the low, check a bad bitch for the low

Nigga can’t smoke my—
Nigga can’t smoke my dope
Nigga get—
Nigga get runnin’
Nigga get runnin’
Better get runnin’
Better get gone
Better get gone
Better get on
Got to move on
Got to move on
Got to move on