Lyrics

Future – Colossal Lyrics

(Intro)
The luxury of having passion
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it

(Chorus)
This s**t getting colossal
This s**t getting colossal
This s**t getting colossal
This s**t getting colossal
We trap out the traphouse
We love it, we getting that money
We trap out the traphouse
Just know that we love it, we getting that money
This sh*t getting colossal

(Verse 1)
Hunnas on hunnas, do numbers on numbers
Get llamas on llamas
Got bales by the bundle
Got hunters that’s gone, that’s a hun in the joint
That’s a hundred on hundred
Trapped out the house with my partners
We went to shopping on midget
We went to cop it and get it, take flights out the city
We go to AZ and send it
We go to AZ and get it
I’m hungry, admit it, I swear I’m conditioned
I served and I hustled on any conditions
F**k your permission, I’ll get to them digits
Come to your town and I get and split it
I get them stacks and get busy
I get that gat and get busy
I take that crack and I flip it
I be in black like a villain
Hop out the Lac on some pimping
Step to that b**ch like I’m Goldie
Half of these ni**as? they bogus
Most of these ni**as? they bogus
I go coast to coast, I’m fully loaded
I hit the lights for roaches just to scatter
I had to go to work with heavy metal
I done seen dead bodies in the ghetto
I seen these bi**hes dancing with the devil
I seen that money make a bi**h evil

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I fell in love with a kickstand
I stole that bi**h with my left hand
I’m bout to open a meth lab
I set the blow on the jetway
Called up some places for some big faces
I be in B-More like I’m a Raven
We trap out this b**ch til the police raid it
I seen that coco turn bad when it get in the pot
I’m sorta like a chef when I’m over the pot
I’m sorta like a ref when we talk bout these streets
Whistle official, my pocket gorilla
We trap out these buildings and make us some millions
Poverty didn’t get the best of my game
We took all this game and went bought us some chains
We f***ing these bi**hes, ain’t none of em getting claimed
I’m straight up, deranged
I jump out the Range
I go to the Flame on a Wednesday
That molly, that drank and that kush
I think I went over my limit
Stack after stack after stack
I’m throwing this sh*t to the ceiling
Got three Audemars and a Bentley
And it’s one hell of a feeling

(Repeat Chorus)

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