Revenge

You, you, you are ready Red Fingers on the beat

Tell me, who keeps you busy?
And why don't you pick up my calls?
I'm drunk, I want you in my bed
We went from being everything to not wanting anything
In Instastories I saw you with him
The one you said was your friend but you went to fuck, yeah

And my bad, but I'm going to get you back
Yeah-yeah-yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, -er-er-er-er

I fucked your friend, ask her and she'll tell you it's a lie
That bastard will fuck you, bitch, with me she sweats
It's not a lie
Burning OG Kush, banging your neighbor

It's most likely that you won't find me
If you remembered me, take me out of your mind
I throw the track like a madman, oh-oh, oh-oh
(It's most likely that you won't find me)
(If you remembered me, take me out of your mind)
(Take me out of your mind, take me out of your mind, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Just dawned
I fucked all of that Playboy
But I make a million
(I wrote you songs)
I bought a ring
One of those Cartier ones that keeps shining
The weed is running out, bro, I burn it, hey, eh
Bro, I burn it, way, hey, eh
Bro, I burn it, way, hey, eh

You are ready, Red Fingers on the beat

Yeah-yeah-yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, yeah
And my bad, but I'm going to get you back, -ver-ver-ver-ver

(You don't pick up my calls)
(I'm drunk, I want you in my bed)
(We went from being everything to not wanting anything)
(In Instastories I saw you with him)

(You don't pick up my calls)
(I'm drunk, I want you in my bed)
(We went from being everything to not wanting anything)
(In Instastories I saw you with him)