Juan Pablo - Calour Gang
(It's Ethan)(It's Ethan)
(R. Hawaree on that beat)
Aye, aye, bitch let me get my close up
They say it's my time to blow up
Jesse McCartney on my poster, got that Henny on my coaster
Shout out to that La La Land, sorry about that Oscar
But it's my turn now (aye)
Finna take that crown (aye)
Forget the Oscar now (aye)
'Cause I'm a rapper now (aye)
She an actor turned rapper and I'm a rapper turned CEO
You won't be talkin' shit after you see me flow
Knock it all down to the floor (aye)
You'll see how hard we all go (aye)
Calour on my t-shirt and I wrote in Sharpie
You think you popping, but newsflash you not me
You haters do a lot of talk
See how they talk with a cock in they jaw
Calour Gang got the talent and all
New crew like fuck Mafia Squad
Calour Gang we scorin'
Our cars are all foreign
Your women are whorin' they body for me
Calour Gang we joking
This shit is all corny
But we got them bars and got (R. Hawaree on that beat)
Swag
I'm in love with Calour, she my baby
Bitch get down to the floor, 'cause we go crazy
This that on your momma fridge shit
But this ain't fucking kid shit
Recognize my kinship, always bow and say, xie, xie
Second, I ain't kidding when I say I do it my way
Hit that beat so hard, but I don't hit it with a fuckin' aye
Ooh, calm down B
I'm just tryna to make 'em see
Who's got the biggest D and who's the hottest Emcee ooh
Yo bitch this is R. Hawaree
I'm stealin' the spotlight and bitch I ain't sorry
I'm luxury like a Ferrari
You on my level, bitch hardly
I spit that shit and that shit's fire
I'm a rapper not a liar
When I say I got them bars, bitch it mean I got them bars
Went from on the stage to on the mic
Think you'll compete, I say yeah right
People beneath me tryna fight
But this shit's easy, I can go all night
Even the haters say I'm fly 'cause that's some shit you can't deny
When they ask me how or why, I just say Calour Gang or die
Calour Gang we scorin'
Our cars are all foreign
Your women are whorin' they body for me
Calour Gang we joking
This shit is all corny
But we got them bars and got (R. Hawaree on that beat)
Swag
Calour Gang makin' music
Billboard number one we be shootin'
Makin' that money from nothing we be shootin' for something
Maybe the dough keep us lookin'
We'll never stop cookin' these fire tracks for our fans
They love our shit so much
They just tryna get a touch, a rub, a feel of our butts
But we ain't get caught up in that shit
We too busy making hits
I could easily make a trap album with some basic-ass lines and I back out it
Say I get pussy my stacks counting
Smoke some weed and make a track 'bout it
But we creative so we doin' our own shit
We don't care 'bout what your wack sound is
In the studio in the zone, we ain't changed clothes since The Black Album
All your music is just background and we ain't sayin' shit so it's just clownin'
We just tryna change what that rap sound is
Real shit I'm just tryna keep that a thousand
I mean I'll thank God for my life and the things that keep me grounded
But you better kneel down and praise me for that shit that I founded
Calour Gang we scorin'
Our cars are all foreign
Your women are whorin' they body for me
Calour Gang we joking
This shit is all corny
But we got them bars and got (R. Hawaree on that beat)
Swag
Written by:
Juan Pablo
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