Lil Skies - Red & Yellow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My car is red and (my car is read)
My diamond's yellow
Menoh
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm melo (yeah, yeah)
Menoh

My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm melo, her booty like jell-o
You are not my mans, nigga, you're not my fellow
You askin' for favors, look at you like: Hell no
And my car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm melo, her booty like jell-o
You are not my mans, nigga, you're not my fellow
You askin' for favors, look at you like: Hell no

Ayy, flooded my wrist with ice, knockout first round like mike
The leeches suck me dry, just like a parasite
I'm at the mountain view, they tryna reach my height
My trap phone jumpin', I don't need no satellite
We left the spot stankin', we had the club jumpin'
My pockets full of money, that bitch she wanna touch it
My brother really clutchin', he up it like it's nothin'
Let me make a phone call, stanley come through, get to bussin'
It ain't no back and forth, we ain’t gon' argue with you
If it ain't 'bout the money, then nigga what's the issue?
Say you want war with us, then we unloadin' missiles
I ride or die beside my shit, I see it with a clear view
How you change on me? People lame and phony
I'ma go out like I'm tony, nobody can come control me
Rockstar on my tomb, I be by my lonely
Zoom past, smokin' on some og, word to my og

My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm melo, her booty like jell-o
You are not my mans, nigga, you're not my fellow
You askin' for favors, look at you like: Hell no
And my car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm melo, her booty like jell-o
You are not my mans, nigga, you're not my fellow
You askin' for favors, look at you like: Hell no

We ahead in the race, I do the dash
Know these haters tryna take my place but they in last
Lil' shorty, thick up in the waist, I'm on her ass
Never settle down for second place, I'd rather pass
Suicide moshpit, I'm in the crowd with the fans
If my brother down bad, you know I'm throwin' him bands
He hit the trap, make it jump, with the pots and the pans
I know you rather see me broke but that's not part of the plan
I'm a grade a nigga, I leave you where you stand
Never mind the bullshit, I never hear what they're sayin'
Mob ties with the fam, we ain't shakin' your hand
All we got, never flop, we rock out like a band
I put my team on with this, used to dream 'bout this shit
Manifest with my gift, they believe in my shit
Butterfly doors, you can't see in this whip
Feel like trippie redd, this life is a trip