Colorful sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Laney Keyz]
(Aye, yuh, working out every night up in the city, mi b*tch se got me feeling pressed)
(Aye, uh)
June you're a genius (Aye, aye, yuh)

[Hook: Laney Keyz]
Working out every night up in the city
My b*tch she got me feeling pressed
But she is sucking di*k when I be feeling stressed
Look up at me like I'm supposed to be impressed
You throwing me off, supposed to count up in a minute
Talking more and doing less and lately you spending more than you invest
b*tch I'm a star at supporting you at sex, aye

[Verse 1: Laney Keyz]
Rich at the state, they say we rich at the state
Cob me a crib out the way
Start getting money, she notice I start getting money, I can't get the b*tch out my place
They heard the story the way that I tell, then the n*ggas heard I got rich off of a 8th
That they heard the story the way that my city a tell it they know I can get ya'll today
Bottles on bottles that sh*t by the case
Hit from the back, grab that b*tch by the lace
And I roll up a wood while I sit by the lake
I can’t trust a n*gga like I sit by the safe
It’s a rocket on me while I peep out the drapes
It’s a rocket she don’t know I keep at her place
f*ck it I won’t get no sleep out the way
And we all heavy n*gga we outta shape
[Bridge: Laney Keyz]
I threw them E’s in it
I want them VVS’s not that colorful sh*t
Get that work then I remix it
I got em knocking they can’t get enough of the sh*t
I don’t be pretending, experience taught me better than to trust in a b*tch
On the real imma street n*gga, remember that they didn’t believe in me

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Baby girl i’m a real concrete n*gga
Keep it real I would never deceive n*ggas
Got em grieving, not that my head high
Bought a Glock black and grey like the Nets out in Bedstuy
n*ggas thinking i’m sweet though, I ca big homie bet you get vetoed
n*ggas be pus*y, don’t move by the street code
She watch me f*ck on her friend from the peep hole
Bet she get wetter than wet when she deepthroat
And I talk smooth like a king hoe
I do anything for a C-note
My big brother trappin out of Geno’s
Hundred racks right out the casino
My b*tch big headed [?]
I’m a 3rd shotta [?]
She get wavy, crack baby like the 80’s

[Hook: Laney Keyz]
Working out every night up in the city
My b*tch she got me feeling pressed
But she is sucking di*k when I be feeling stressed
Look up at me like I'm supposed to be impressed
You throwing me off, supposed to count up in a minute
Talking more and doing less and lately you spending more than you invest
b*tch I'm a star at supporting you at sex, aye
[Bridge: Laney Keyz]
I threw them E’s in it
I want them VVS’s not that colorful sh*t
Get that work then I remix it
I got em knocking they can’t get enough of the sh*t
I don’t be pretending, experience taught me better than to trust in a b*tch
On the real imma street n*gga, remember that they didn’t believe in me