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, the shit be the sam, I know you wonderin' why I try again
Why even try again
F*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 runnin' 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 partyin' and turnin' 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 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 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
Hurt you and I 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 cause a problem
Everything you wanted to see, look here, you got 'em now
Not 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'?
Asked me what I dropped just for a wife, man, who's askin'?
If it was up to me I'd be a f*ck 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 f*ck grew too long before I knew it
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, 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 whole album out in Astros, came back seven figures, huh
This ride through every time 'cause every time I'm real nigga
I live different, I spill different
I'm rockin' all brown down, it cost that shit, it look like Gucci though
So ice in the booth right now, I might f*ck around and go Gucci flow
Young nigga goin' too crazy, put a Louis V on a straight 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
F*ck the games if I text you, "I love you," send it back