20 of the Best Lyrics From DJ Esco’s ‘Kolorblind’ Album

"I was just sittin' in the Bentley/I got some Monica Lewinsky/I'm goin' crazy in Fendi/I cannot trap in the Hemi/I'm stackin' it way up like Remy/I got more syrup than Denny's" —Future

"My brothers, ain't none but some menace/Ain't rob me a nigga in a minute/I'm a rock star, John Lennon/Got my doors up, no pretendin'/My Aventador ain't rented/The big Lambo look extended/Racks on me, I admit it/Gold on me like Olympics" —Future

"Fuck around and show some love to the plug/100k Versace that my rugs/I got my ice from Alaska/And I'm on fire like Tabasco/You tried to cross me, you bastard/Pop at they head like a Snapple/I could act like it ain't nothin'/Meanwhile, my nigga gettin' drastic/Meanwhile, my nigga can trace ya/Meanwhile, my niggas can't miss" —Young Thug

"I put a pool on top of the penthouse, you can see me now/I'm still high from the day before, 'bout to re-up now/Nigga was broke some years ago, fuck around, lose a cap/Had the stewardess on the PJ and she chewed me out" —Future

"They keep talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout racks, 'bout to pop one now/Most of these niggas all wack, they 'bout to get knocked off now/I done went way past the quota, shit, I lost account, yeah/Pulled up, turbo on a motor, it was unannounced" —Future

"My wrist mean, light show/I'm goin' green, Geico/I murdered the scene, Michael/Pretty thing, thot hoe/I got big rocks/I'm goin' big clocks/I fucked up big top/She gave me big top" —Guap Tarantino

"Iced out lookin' like a lamp, yeah/Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah/100 chains under my neck/100 hitters in my clique/Young nigga pulled up wit' a stick/Keep a camera roll outta his wig/Got a blizzard sittin' on my wrist/I'm the wizard, everything lit" —Future

"I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox, I brought 'em back out/I just got through from smashin' on two 'em, I blew they back out/I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off, I got that Mac out/I got a four and half of white, I'm in a crack house" —Future

"My young nigga don't smoke on swishers, but he got a Swiss account/They tried to sue the kid on battery, had to switch accounts/We gon' turn this shit to a murder scene, fuck what they think about it/I clean my jewelry off with the Listerine, I done made it out" —Future

"I called my man, I know he had it, told him, 'Make somethin' happen'/Re-up, I got visions of stackin'/Everybody's for self now, nobody helps out/Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel' now/They keep their connect to theirself, or they might tell me a number/Like they givin' me a deal, like they lookin' out for real/He won't give me the plug's math so I can talk to his man/That's how I knew somethin' was up, he was puttin' his grand on top of mine" —Nas

"Summer time, S560, all I need/Twin turbo charged Benz, don't pull me over when I speed/With my hood Miss America, other pretty women on her body in the area/Everybody be sweatin' her/A bartender lookin' better than a pole stripper/My ex said, 'How this bitch take my whole nigga?'/I kept her in Louis tight jeans with gold zippers/Ain't seen her in 25 years, she stole from niggas" —Nas

"Got that sturdy 30 clip, murder Queens rap/Picture in the precinct on the wall where the D's at/It's bigger than us all, please believe that/OG Esco, DJ ESCO, bumpin' out your speaker, yeah you need that/Fuck sufferin', from pompous Republicans on puppet strings/Breakfast at Tiffany's, watches, rings, a couple chains/Never talk on the phone or text, a hustler's thing/Before I would become a king" —Nas

"All my life I been a hustler and I showed you/I got 10 whips outside and they showed you/I put a Rover in the pot and took it global/I get a whip imported out, come fully loaded/I got some money, bought medallions/That bitch so bad we call her stallion/Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam/Fucked up your budget on one stone" —Future

"And all my life I run it up nigga that's my paper/Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you/All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame 'em/I would love me too but still I can not save 'em/I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta/I got some niggas right beside me that'll violate ya/I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby/I only hit her up to bust, but still that's my baby" —A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

"Whip that soda, ice like polar/Double on motor on the motorola/Got your main thing, take her to boa/Took her to the crib, made her do yoga/I got bitches I know that you ain't seen yet/Got the 4488 you ain't see yet/These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain/I'm back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game" —O.T. Genasis

"I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a trap nigga/Why you talk behind my back you should act, nigga/Make the money come back like a lap nigga/Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas/I got shooters on deck and it's real fun/Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun/Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one" —O.T. Genasis

"I can walk on water, fly away/I can go to places it ain't safe/I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains/I see youngin' loaded, dodgin' penitentiary/I stay representin', highly recommended/When I hit you with the truth, don't you get offended/Don't you slow me down, I'm on a roll/Don't you fuck around and sell your soul" —Future

"Tell me who do it like Groovy/Nigga, my life is a movie/Wifin' that bitch, you a foolie/Nigga, that ho got the cooties/Make a deposit, jump in the rocket/Too many options, so many options/Nigga we poppin', coppin' and swervin'/Nigga, we servin', send you a car/Rip it in half, jump in the ho, go/Two in the car, have a ménage, double the blondes, woah" —ScHoolboy Q

"We live a life of luxury and everything beneath us/They treat us like some criminals and never thought we'd be here/They can't even compare niggas like me, I'm out in Egypt/My nigga just went up for appeal, he want his freedom/It's like George Clint', P-Funk era, we just on syrup/I keep pourin' Actavis codeine, my drink is sterile/I'm a rockstar rapper type nigga, I'm just on steroids/I got pretty New York City bitches, I'm like they A-Rod" —Future

"Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy/Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazi/Chrome heart, clip, frame, that's when you know you made it/Only way you drive it, if it's turbo, baby/I get NBA money, KD/I can go 100 rounds, nigga, don't play me/Designer all the way down, bitch, slay me/Automatic drip, AK me" —Future