red sky (sped up)

[Intro: Tommy Newport]

Red sky bleedin' from my eye

Tides risin' up to new highs

I turn my back to the wind

Slowly driftin' away

I hear the night sing (Welcome to your new—)

Welcome to your new—

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]

It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz

Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit

You say we opps, but you stay on my dick

My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit

They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"

Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch

Fuck yo' white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit

I play it cool and hand brodie the blick

Blick out yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich

Now you can't drop no more music 'cause shit

How you jump right on that song and then snitch?

Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch

Say the wrong thing and get put on that list

This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss

Better thank me that yo' ass still exist

'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick

She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff

Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch

Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist

Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists

Draco brown like a Hershey

Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss

Hang out the window and wave at his bitch

Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

[Chorus: Mikky Ekko & Tommy Newport]

Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin

Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin

Speak on the dead, then we boxin' you in

Send you to heaven, they kill you again

We killed his buddy, he buckin' again

If they revive 'em, we bust him again

Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in

I got in trouble for tellin' on friends

Rip out your tongue if you talkin' too much

You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us

Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me

Bury the K and it still shoot rusty

Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty

All my exes still wanna fuck me

Eliantte on me, this is not lucky

Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky

Remember when pops used to front me

When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat

Three-hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip, ain't no way you could punch me

You ain't really gang, you a flunkie

Send your ass to the store like you auntie, pussy

[Chorus: Mikky Ekko & Tommy Newport]

Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

[Outro: Mikky Ekko]

This is really happening

Is this is really happening?