New Red

[Verse]
If I don't get signed, then the nigga get robbed
In the back of Suburban, the corner was empty
Then in Brooklyn, I went to Long Island
Let me get this money, keep everybody smiling
You lyin' in my face, shit, you breakin' my heart
I told you the words and you still did wrong
That's uncommon, we in and the world a revolver
Your mind should've been where your intentions was
Nigga, in high school, I had a two-tone chrome
Compact .40 1911
I'm in the back of a dope-pushin' Chevy
I take advantage, ain't nothin' for granted
Devote every day towards November 7th
You bein' sorry, don't make it no better
I got too much respect for myself to even be here
This shit more controversial than a bi-racial couple
I'm tryna get to a whole lot of money
Bitch-ass nigga, you ain't tired of runnin'?
I'm in the mix and I go to California
I'ma go Datejust and 41 Oysters
I had people around, you can't depend on most of them
I'm at the hotel before the show started
Get my hair done, let my nails dry
I'm with the top players, I'm on a yacht, bae
Bitch, that money is comin' like—, Huh, yeah
I went ziplocked and I'm on my fifth pail
I went digital-formatted and the street scale
You know what [?] did with them rubber bands
Big guns in the spot, they had straight cash
I'm on some shit that these niggas ain't on
I got some bitches, these niggas ain't saw