REDWING DRIVE

We straight in the headphones?

Yeah

I'm tryna figure out a few things, I know you know

Lately, shit aint even the same, I know you know it

Time and time, this shit be the same, I know, you wonderin'

Why try again? Why even try again?

Fuckin' in the back of the coupe, it feel like money

Them hoes was just somethin' to do, don't even want 'em now

I aint tryna fuck up with you

I know you want a **** all to yourself, it's hard to try to manage

Dropped you at the airport, felt different than before

This may be our last time, and girl, I know you know

I got on g-fazos, g-fazos, and I'm running through these hoes

And I'm tryna find love in someone else

I ain't givin' you half of me, this just the only half that you see

All this partyin' and turnin' up, girl, it ain't me

Man, that's not you either, just someone you tryna be

Just to get over the pain and over the things I made you even see

I'm so evil in your mind, I know that, yeah

I'm a villain in your mind, and I know that, yeah

And I know I crossed the line 'cause your sister hates me

Know your girlfriends tried to convince you that you made me

Way before you knew me, I was steppin' in Prada

Fast forward three years later, I'm worth more than your father

Pourin' out my feelings on this eight hundred sony, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah

Anytime I bring up your name, I say you loyal

Hurt you, and I played a few games, oh, you not loyal now

Tell you that I put down the pills, and yet I'm coming down all over again, down all over again

You the one that's searchin' for things and causing problems

Everything you wanted to see, look here you got 'em now

Going back and forth with these games, I know you never want to double back

You never been the one to double back

Who's asking? Ask me would I drop this for a wife man, who's asking?

If it was up to me, I'd be a fuck hoes, get a bag type of ****

And I thought that's who'd I really be originally, but I love you

And the list of hoes I fucked her too long before I knew it, you was a breath of fresh air to me

Should've took you in, but I blew it

The devil tried me, tried me over again, again, again

Yeah, fold when the Sprite double cup the ice time to give them new sauce

Double up, goin' big runnin' my own biz, I'ma boss

Half a mill on the pull up, and my t-shirt came from Ross

R&B, but I'm strapped up, stayin' tapped in with my ****

Shot a ho, I'm out of Astros, but I came back seven figures

This what I do every time 'cause every time I'm a real ****

I live different, I spill different, I'm rockin' off-brand down Lacoste

That shit, it look like Gucci though

So icy in the booth right now might fuck around and go Gucci flow

Young **** goin' too crazy put a Louis-V on a stray jacket

Had to press play, you only get one of these, ain't no playback, yeah, yeah

Tell me what you loss, yeah, okay, let's get it back

I don't care, whatever we had last year, let's get it back

Fuck the games, if I text you, "I love you," send it back