Lil Skies – Red & Yellow Lyrics
Red & Yellow Lyrics By Lil Skies
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
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o
You are not my mans, niqqa, 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, niqqa, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no”
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 B!tch 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 niqqa what’s the issue?
Say you want war with us, then we unloadin’ missiles
I ride or die beside my sh!t, 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
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o
You are not my mans, niqqa, 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, niqqa, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no”
[Verse 2] 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 a$$
Never settle down for second place, I’d rather pa$$
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 niqqa, I leave you where you stand
Never mind the bullsh!t, 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 sh!t
Manifest with my gift, they believe in my sh!t
Butterfly doors, you can’t see in this whip
Feel like Trippie Redd, this life is a trip
[Chorus] My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I’m Melo, her booty like Jell-o
You are not my mans, niqqa, 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, niqqa, you’re not my fellow
You askin’ for favors, look at you like “Hell no”