[Intro]
(You already know who it is man, it's DJ Phat, flyest fat n***a you know, you other n***as is never competition you dig?)
Yeah
You already know how I'm rocking
Bolors, bolors
(Surreal gang lil' bitch)
Know I'm fiftied up on gangway too man
Aye, aye
Sito, Sito, Sito
(DJ Phat, what the fuck we sipping man?)

[Verse 1]
All red top, lookin' like [?]
All red Saint Laurent chucks look like a [?]
Burgundy bandana on, looking like the Redskins
I got three-round burst on the Tec, trigger like a hairpin
A hundred shooters with me n***a and them folks from Maryland
I got bad ass bitches from the islands tryna' be my girlfriend
All black F&N on me and it match my dark tint
Got a shooter that look like Mad Max, he be ready to spark shit
Red and blue Polo on me, looking like I'm Clark Kent
Got a wood grain on that fucking Draco, I be ready to chop shit
Got a red beam on that fucking Glock, same color my flag is
I be trapping with them foreign plugs, same way that my dad did
Blue tip bullets in my clip, same color my Aston
Got a all black Saint Laurent jacket, [?]
Try to run down on the fucking gang you know we gon' blam him
I don't tote no fucking hi-points n***a cause' that shit be jamming
(It's the Dedication n***a)
[Chorus]
Yeah, colors, bolors
All my n***as banging bolors
Bolors, all my n***as banging colors
Colors, all my bitches yeah they bolors
Bolors, yeah

[Verse 2]
All red Gucci bag, same color my bitch is
I got all black Louis glasses, same color my sticks is
I think that I'm colorblind, if it ain't green then I don't see shit
R.S.G. you know I'm rich slime but I'm always on some street shit
Got a bitch, that hoe from Panama but she don't know no English
Got that all red National hat looking like a demon
Got that all black Gucci bag just to keep my heat in
Got that all black ARP, I'm not with that beefing
(Is that DJ Phat? Go run that back)