Red Dress Lyrics

She know what she doing

She know what

Prodigy

She know what she doing when she putting on that red dress

The homies on headset either understand or upset

Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts

Only to bring her food, Mama Margie's, she want Tex mex

Y'all be steady tripping, you don't see the vision?

That's fine with wit me, yeah I heard of quitting but I'll never afford that luxury

Tryna pay my parents crib off, and that's a stunt for me

I had to turn my back on folks who front with who they truly be

Most people don't care nun bout your goals 'less they can shoot 'em down

They'll wait until you king just to go and try to loot the crown

The voices in my head my choice is not to go dilute the sound

If I'm gonna keep my poise I gotta watch just who I move around

And if we talking money I'm on a Ben like the Omnitrix

We've seen the Heatblast so sum my dawgs pack whole lotta sticks

I swear we tried to get tame but at heart we just some Wild mutts

Tryna rock some diamonds, head off, accelerate in foreign stuff

Used to think knowledge come with age but greys matter less

My brotha got like four arms, only two connected to his chest

Sayin even if it stink, fly high, words he live by

Takin rips jawin' off plenty in the mean time

Tryna upgrade life before I turn into a ghost

Freaky I lost track with some folks I love most

These strokes of my pen hitting me like cannon bolts

But I suppose that's just life and how it goes it's like hypnosis like how-

She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress

The homies on headset either understand or upset

Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts

Only to bring her food, thinking they going get some sex next

You just a meal to that lil snack, don't let that take you back

She only give you hour lunches, you just tryna bring the sack

Text read drop off the bag, she ain't feeling none of that

You swear that she your hoe but she be ghosting you like Christmas past

Vicious laughs from her group chat

Don't get distorted, she got you in her contacts simply as "Uber Order"

She know just how to play you, must tune you on a string

Man the way she play her roster she done get herself some rings

I'm astounded, bounded by the clouded clownish notion that he got it

All the numbers in, swearing he going going win and profit

Pockets down to droplets, had tropic storms

Your girl gave you the slip to get out of it like a doctors form

Alarms goin off, you either ignore or be on silent mode

Everyone got some good in em but I done seen that light implode

I ain't change nothing but my gear to counter rising roads

Corny but I'll remember who was right here for the highs and lows

And when I pop I'll let tickets flow to them for any show

Cause they done kept me grounded but always gave me room to grow

I ain't got the time for nobody that I used to know

They be claiming to keep it bucks but they be steady out here shooting does I gotta go Cause

She know what she doing what she putting on that red dress

The homies on headset either understand or upset

Brothas mad but dipping outta parties for "you up?" texts

Only to bring her food but he the fourth today, he excess