RED ROOM

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mike, Mike) (James, shut the fuck up) [Verse 1: 80cry] Yeah, didn't mean to hurt you Personally, I know I'm the worst for you Can't let you go, but I can't see you with no other dude No competition, get that pack, and I'm so comfortable Yeah, we get high, get fly No, you can't come by Yeah, tell that lil' ho, "Bye" Know I'm on your mind I call yo' flight, I might come by She wanna me right I'm in the Murda with Co and we fuckin' on dimes I know these niggas gone lie I say, "My still is a problem, it's just for the lies" Fuck around, gang we get live I say these niggas be wylin', so I wouldn't evеn try No, I'm not wasting no time Most of these niggas thеy talking, ain't tell if he lyin' [Verse 2: CoSantana] I see these niggas be telling these lies I put a mask on for disguise He tried to run down, then he died Nigga, we pop out, we don't hide I had to tell my momma that I love her Yo' bitch just let me in and then I fucked her No, I ain't switching never on my brother Hop out with a Drac' or a cutter Oh, bitches know, that I'm up, right now We hit 'em up, bomb down, nigga, you outta luck She off Percocet, she told me she stuck I just turn around 'cause I don't give a fuck I just turn around then I run up that bag, nigga And my momma told me I'm a bad nigga I'm with my white friends, said, "It's rad," nigga Neighbors hate it, but we smoking dope Said I'm cool, I'm fucking ya ho Don't get hurt, boy, that's just how it go Niggas my sons, they stealing my flow Trust me, I see it, lil' nigga, I notice Told her, "I just gotta focus" You can't get a hug bitch, don't get no kiss [Verse 3: 80cry & CoSantana] Yeah, lil' model bitch, I'm in her throat They like, "Co', nigga, you the goat" He looking for his bitch like, "Where she go?" He talking down bullets make him float Yeah, and I try all these rap niggas like some hoes Me and James in the bnb smoking on dope And he flexing them racks then we on that go Where yo' money at? You don't even know And Neiman or Saks, when I need a coat And I ball like a lick, nigga, he a joke And that Coupe way too fast, nigga, it's no joke And I think it's some bad bitches at the door ARP came with a scope He wanna answer, won't get him a roll I got some bitches waiting in a row Never been pussy, nigga, we on go Yo music ass, nigga, I been leaving bitches in the past, nigga Need to put yo' music in the trash, nigga You be too busy worried 'bout hoes I'm too busy worried 'bout a bag, nigga I'm too busy worried 'bout these commas I got bitches that came from Bahamas I be fucking yo' bitch in pajamas She like, "You a young nigga," I just told the bitch that I'm grown No, it ain't shit to get that boy gone I don't wanna hurt, just leave me alone Blow up that gas, smoking on strong [Outro: 80cry] We get high, get fly Tell that lil' ho, "Bye" Know I'm on yo' mind Call that flight, I might come by Bitch, I know I'm on yo mind Bitch, I know I'm on yo mind We get high, get fly Know I'm on yo' mind Won't even call that flight I might just come by, yeah Tell that bitch, I might come by