Taleban Dooda - Tru Colors lyrics

[Chorus] Never know who real until you see they true colors This a party only meant for my brothers Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater Walked through a storm, I ain't had no umbrella Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher Give respect, but who got time for a lecture? [Verse 1] Don't fu*k with too many, I stay in my section This just a warning, I keep me a weapon Don't use it for fun, it's just for my protection They tried to take me out, see my vocals is blessing Push the wrong bu*tons, I'll teach you a lesson Keep trying your luck, man, this sh*t can get hectic These ni**as be b*tches, this sh*t is pathetic Don't really do disses, but I can get reckless Ain't nan' ni**a out here puttin' fear in my heart Riding foreign, soon I'ma have to push to start They think music just a song, man, this sh*t is an art You can survive in the streets, you just gotta be smart That's why I'm walking around with this here Desert Eagle Tryna make a way for me and all my people Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil Blessed with a gift, but I'm fighting this evil [Chorus] But you never know who real until you see they true colors This a party only meant for my brothers Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher Yeah, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher [Verse 2] Dooda stepped up in the club, now the party started A ni**a test me in this b*tch, I just might catch a body Really came to party, I don't really need the violence And the hoes like how I rock, swear the birds flock I got sweet tooth, think she like me, she just grab my co*k I just took a ni**a b*tch, so now he wanna plot Say it's smoke, you a goofy, boy, you better stop You know already seventeen what it hold in the Glock And you know twelve fu*k with 12, they always calling the cops I'm 'bout my cheese, 'bout my green, no, I don't beef with the opps And when the body drop, that's when the beefin' just stops Flashing they guns on the 'Gram, they just use 'em for props We don't treat it like no game, b*tch, we knocking 'em off And if we see 'em in the party, b*tch, we poppin' it off I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fu*kin' head on the wall I ain't stoppin', tryna pin his fu*kin' head on the wall [Chorus] But you never know who real until you see they true colors This a party only meant for my brothers Run up, I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella Switch to big sh*t, I can get a Beretta sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher Yeah, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher [Outro] Ayy, sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher, ayy sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher sh*t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher We really the sh*t, ni**a Y'all cannot fu*k with us You know it's up with us Oh, you know it's stuck with us We come and get you gone You know it's up with us Spider my car, Spider my car You know it's up with us