RED STRING

[Verse 1]

Tryna put my hand pon your waist take you places

Tryna hit a home run, jogging round the bases

Fucking at the chateau, used to be the basement

Now it’s Vashtie [?] and you’re calling me your wasteman

But she starstruck now she want to be replacement adjacent

Grabbing for my face like she Freddie or Jason

I just want you wine for me look, look, shawty, look

I just want you wine for me baby

Better yet girl have you cry for me baby

Better yet lie for me diе for me baby

I’ma have you singing blue songs

[Chorus]

Grеy colored city strike the tone tone

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck but can’t give me dome

Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me

Now she brought her girl now there’s two on me

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck, but can’t give me dome

She won’t leave me lone

[Verse 2]

Now I’m tryna fuck in harmony like Bizzy Bone

Now she sending dirty nudies pon the cellie phone

Yeah, let it breathe

Throwing her some money while she throwing me some, look

I was tryna get her started singing R&B

On her knees worship me like deity

Never bring my sand to the beach

Looking at the dome what I see

Bring the 2 to the 1 make it 3

Take the 3 to the 6 minus 3

Mathematic our connection static made me magic

Red string theory it was bound to happen

Maybe it was manifested, maybe I’m just crazy

Maybe you like bad boys, maybe I’m a basic

Maybe it’s the ancestors, maybe it’s just Enoch

Maybe it’s the chain light or maybe it’s the wristwatch

[Chorus]

Grey colored city strike the tone tone

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck but can’t give me dome

Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me

Now she brought her girl now there’s two on me

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck, but can’t give me dome

She won’t leave me lone

[Verse 3]

Dirty white tee, Glock, with a semi-tone

Pants baggy I can probably carry 20 phones

When that shit hit the fan, who you leaning on?

Tryna give me a Christina, love a million

Ricky Bobby when I hit the lobby feeling like Mariah Carey

Bitches wanna touch my body

Bandana colored Maserati

Tryna crash that bitch and wake up in a new Bugatti

Switching lanes I’m going fast I don’t know how to break

I just groove and keep it smooth I don’t know how to fake

Hitting 070 I know how to shake

And my pockets full of Benjies like I bought a lake

Ain’t no love in this shit, it ain’t no love at all

Everybody that I put on wanna see me fall

I should buy up all their masters then I write a book on how to ball by Goldlink styling then I disappear off like I’m Sarah Palin

Lonnie gorgeous like my bitches gorgeous

Red leather black exterior the latest Porsches

Rapping too fast got em feeling nauseous

[Chorus]

Grey colored city strike the tone tone

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck but can’t give me dome

Grabbing up her legs and they smooth on me

Now she brought her girl now there’s two on me

Bad bitch with me tryna take me home

Shawty give no fuck, but can’t give me dome

She won’t leave me lone