Red Room (Freestyle)

I've been thinking about you, thinking about you, yeah
Thinking about my homies, they forever in the past
And baby girl, if you loved me, could you promise it'll last
I done came a long way, we finally getting to a bag

And I promise to love you and never ever treat you bad
Thinking bout some babies, you could turn me to a dad
Yeah, I almost crashed out last time you threw it back
I'm a young lit nigga, so you know I gotta brag

And everything I pull up in, yeah, you know it do the dash
Next time I see you, I'ma put you in a bag
Next time I see you, want that weave all to yo' ass
Next time I see you, I'ma, yeah, I'ma eat you

I'ma, yeah, I'ma freak you, I'ma, yeah, yeah
See, I'ma show you how I like that
And you could show me how you like it too
And we could do the things we like to do

Young nigga, yeah, I'm talking smooth
Young nigga, yeah, I keep it cool
Baby, welcome to the red room, room, room
And when you tell me that you love me, do you mean it

Lost soul, survivor, baby, tell me, have you seen it
If you looking for my heart, it's probably out there with them demons
Steady scheming
But I'ma stack my chips, I'ma pack my shit

Hit the road and I'm on my way tonight
Love the way that you be loving me so right
Pick a place you wanna go, I grab the flight
You tell me that I gotta move and change my life

I tell you that I know this shit, I be alright
Cause killers with me in the room, I left my right
They tell me that they coming soon, no one in sight
Mmm, ah, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh