“Kolors” is Monte Booker and Smino’s most successful track to date. It brilliantly showcases both Monte Booker’s ridiculously catchy style of production and Smino’s effortless flow.

The song became… Read More [Intro]

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Pre-Chorus]

Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly yellow dancin' on me

Said she smell the green on me

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Told me she like boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

[Chorus]

And she said

"My old boo left me blue, I really loved her

So cold and so cruel, so many colors"

Play hoes like ProTools, can't never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em

Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all

[Verse]

When I think about it, I just want a coupe

With a lil' boo, with the same coupe as me, different color

I been gettin' out here

But really the more known I get

I just been peepin these niggas' colors

Since I left the Lou'

Life ain't all black and white

Beautiful, peepin' the different colors

I could never choose

I like my booches in bunches

My babies all different colors

So what do you say? (Ayy)

Why don't we dip to the crib or some shit?

My gang got it crackin' like lips in the wind

I been burnin' my burdens and sippin'on sins

Whole lot on my plate (Heh)

Them yams goin' down soon as I get a chance

Been busy, this music shit tyin' up my hands

But it's on when I get ho-ome, yeah, yeah

[Break]

When I get home, yeah, yeah

When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Pre-Chorus]

Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly yellow dancin' on me

Said she smell the green on me (Ooh)

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Told me she like boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

[Chorus]

And she said

"My old boo left me blue, I really loved her" (She said)

"So cold and so cruel, so many colors" (What she say)

Play hoes like ProTools, can't never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em

Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all

[Outro]

When I get home, yeah, yeah

When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome

When I get ho-o-o-o-ome