Redwing Drive

(album: Streets Say You Miss Me - 2023)

Kutta, cut that shit up, mane
We straight in the headphones?
Yeah

I'm tryna figure out a few things, I know you know it
Lately, shit ain't even been the same, I know you know it
Time and time, the shit be the sam, I know you wondering why I try again
Why even try again
Fucking in the back of the coupe, it feel like money
Them hoes was just something to do, don't even want 'em now
I ain't tryna fuck up with you, I know you want a nigga all to yourself, it's hard to try to manage
Dropped you at the airport, feel different than before
This might 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 with someone else
I ain't give you half of me, that's just the only half that you see
All this partying and turning up, girl, that ain't me
And that's not you either, just someone you tryna be
Just to get over the pain and over the things I made you even you 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 a line 'cause your sister hates me
Know your girlfriends tryna convince you that you made me
Way before you knew me, I was stepping in Prada
Fast forward three years later I'm worth more than your father
Pouring out my feelings on this eight hundred Sony, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Anytime I bring up your name, I say you're loyal
Heard you end up played a few games, oh, you not loyal now
Told 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 searching for things and cause a problem
Everything you wanted to see, look here, you got 'em now
Not going back and forth with these games, I know you never wanna double back
You never been the one to double back
Who's askin'?
Asked what I dropped just for a wife, man, who's askin'?
If it was up to me I'd be a fuck hoes, get her back type of nigga
And I thought that's who I'd really be originally but I love you
And the list of hoes I fuck, girl, too long before I knew you
You was a breath of fresh air, should've took you in but I blew it, oh
The devil tries me, tries me, over again, again, again
Yeah
Fold when the Sprite, double cup the ice, it's time to give 'em new sauce
Double up, going big, running my own biz', I'm a boss
Half a mil on the pull up and my t-shirt came from Ross
R&B but I'm strapped up, staying tapped in with my niggas
Shout a ho, I'm out in Astros, came back seven figures, huh
This rocks through every time 'cause every time I'm real nigga
I live different, I spill different, I'm rocking up brand that ain't costing shit, it look like Gucci though
So ice in the booth right now, I might fuck around and go Gucci flow
Young nigga going too crazy, put a Louis on a straight jacket
Had to press
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 hot as hell, let's get it back
Fuck the games if I text you, "I love you", send it back