Ryan Trey - REDWING DRIVE lyrics

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

I'm tryna figure out a few things
I know you know
Lately, shit ain't even been 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 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
Felt different than before
This may be our last timе, and girl
I know you know I got on G-Fazos
G-Fazos and I'm runnin' through
These hoes and
I'm tryna find lovе with someone else
I ain't give you half of me
This just the only half that you see
All this partyin' and turnin' up, girl
That 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 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 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'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 comin' down all over again
Down all over again
You the one that's searchin' for
Things and causing problem
Everything you wanted to see, look here
You got 'em now
Goin' back and forth with these games
I know you never wanna double back
You never been the one to double back
Who's askin'?
Ask me would I drop this for a wife, man
Who's askin'?
If it was up to me I'd be a fuck hoes
Get a bag 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
Time to give 'em new sauce
Double up, goin' big, runnin' 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
Stayin' tapped in with my niggas
Shot a ho, I'm out of Astros
I came back seven figures, huh
This what I do every time 'cause
Every time I'm real nigga
I live different, I spill different, I'm
Rockin' off-brand down Lacoste, that shit
Look like Gucci though
So icy in the booth right now
I might fuck around and go Gucci flow
Young nigga 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