Red Roses lyrics

[Chrous: OG Huey]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand
Mama told me they might f*ck with my but they not your friend
Credit card maxed out b*tch, I feel like the man
Came up from the rags, b*tch I'll never forget
Basic hoes on my celly, give a f*ck what they sayin'
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em f*ck with my friends
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it, I'll be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n*ggas lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell me I'm dope

[Verse 1: OG Huey + LewXs]
Lookin' back on what I've done, I think I've done good for myself
And I can't thank nobody else, man I ain't have no help
The way that I'm livin' got 'em tellin' me that I'm goin' to Hell
If that's the truth, I hope I go out with some records to sell
Don't text my phone if you never knew me 'fore I could spit
'Cause if you fraud, I respond with "new money, who is this?"
Fake ass people in my face claiming they f*ck with the kid
But you can't drink with me or ride with me or hop in my clique (skrt-skrt)

[Chrous: OG Huey + LewXs]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand
Mama told me they might f*ck with my but they not your friend
Credit card maxed out b*tch, I feel like the man
Came up from the rags, b*tch I'll never forget
Basic hoes on my celly, give a f*ck what they sayin'
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em f*ck with my friends
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it, I'll be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n*ggas lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell me I'm dope (ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2: LewXs]
I gotta line full of friends and they always sell dope (yeah-yeah)
I gotta line full of girls and they always do coke (woah-woah)
But none of them are real, yeah you already know (oh-no)
Real friends on the side, fake friends on the go (go-go)
And I really gotta change, I'm a snake, yes I know (yeah-yeah)
I'ma start goin' to church 'cause I need Jesus the Lord (woah-woah)
I'm about annoying like a scratch on a board (woah-woah)
But none of my real friends are gonna come on the road (skrt-skrt)
'Cause I go back to my old ways, yeah my old days (ooh-ooh)
And I'm smokin' gas like all day (gas), like it's propane (it's lit)
And I'm ridin' in that Lambo, get out my lane (skrt-skrt)
And I don't need no fake friends, get out my face (alright)
And I pour a pint of lean up (drank) with the Migos (Migo)
I should do it with my gang, my mi amigos (gang, gang)
I'm addicted to the dope like Charlie Sheen, though (straight up)
I just want my friends and a pint of lean, yo (yeah, yeah yeah)

[Chrous: OG Huey]
They think they foolin' OG when they shakin' my hand
Mama told me they might f*ck with my but they not your friend
Credit card maxed out b*tch, I feel like the man
Came up from the rags, b*tch I'll never forget
Basic hoes on my celly, give a f*ck what they sayin'
I'ma bring 'em to the telly, let 'em f*ck with my friends
They tryna flick up with OG to get some clout on the 'Gram
And I'm just tryna make a memory they won't understand
They all gon' tell me that they love me but I heard it before
You can keep it, I'll be good after I pour up some more
Ask about me, I keep heat for n*ggas lookin' for smoke
It's a handful of people tryna tell me I'm dope