Letra de True Colors

[Intro]
Yeah, we know your true colors (we know)
Mister Ruger (woo)
We know you're getting extorted, nigga (we know)
We know you wear a motherfucking bra in ya tank top, you bitch
We know your true colors you can't hide no motherfucking longer, nigga (faggot)
We see them shits (haha)
[Verse 1]
I went to war with some gangstas, shot it out with the snitches (blaw)
Fly nigga, ducking my head and ducking more than these bitches
Don't confuse me as I'm soft, cause my gun got a cold and
Niggas gon' die as soon as that bitch cough
Woke up feeling loony like, damn I miss Booby
[?] and [?], I know you too, [?] (I know, nigga)
If you want these bullets you can get 'em however you want it
Down in New Orleans they're selling AKs for two hundred
See why they call it Chopper City? And my niggas riding with me
And plus we're riding tipsy, can't run from them feds (feds)
You guys can come and get me, but, I'mma put a zipper on my lip (lip)
And get prepared to sit
Yeah, nigga, it's the Dips (Dipset), so don't get it confused (nah)
Or you gon' make me mad (mad) and you gon' make the news (chill on that)
And I'mma make my flight (flight) or chip off on a cruise
To an island where these bitches is nude and serving food, Ruger!
[Talking]
Yeah, Top Gunnas, Dipset
We know these niggas' true colors, man
Fuck, they think we're stupid? We see these niggas
Soo woo to the fucking big gang, G gang, big B's
I kicked my bitch out the bed for a bankroll, you know what it is, nigga
Haha, yeah, yeah, Dipset, uh
[Verse 2]
Yeah you'd better hold the club so we gon' leave out with your wife (uh huh)
I'm living good, don't wanna change a thing about my life (not one)
Like Malcolm X when he was Detroit Red (by any means)
Muhammad Ali when he was Cassius, my nigga
I'm the baddest (baddest), the meanest, the toughest (toughest), the flyest and the highest (yup)
No price tag on us, nope, you can't buy us
I own a few drug spots (spots), so many diamonds if they melt
The city gon' have to go on a flood watch (woo)
Hop out when the truck stops (stops), like "what's good?" (good)
Don't gotta tuck my shit in (nope), I'm good in every hood (I'm good)
So send your family at me (send 'em), I'll kill a few brothers (bye bye)
Money green, nigga, you know my true colors (you know)
Me and Cash we're like the Blues Brothers, but we play for the red team (big B's)
I sell drugs like I don't know what the Feds mean (yeah)
We need a translator to translate this money talk (what)
Show 'em how this money walk (what), pull off in a buggy Porsche (woo), Ruger!
[Outro]
Yeah, y'all niggas know what it is, BX!
Weeks Block, Top Gunnas, Dipset
Uhh, signing off, Mister Motherfucking Ruger, head man in charge, bitch
Haha, yeah, yeah, Ruger!