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bloodhound lil jeff, kid reckz, skrilla & kid lenz - red zone vultures كلمات أغنية

[intro: kid reckz]
yeah… yeah…
still in that red zone, b_tch
we ain’t duckin’ sh_t, you know what the f_ck goin’ on (grrah, boom)
vulture sh_t, gang sh_t
still on that go mode, ho
(ayy, skrilla, spin that sh_t!)

[verse 1: kid reckz]
i’m from that red zone, b_tch, where we hawk sh_t down with glocks and techs (brrt)
let a n_gga tweak, i’ma walk his ass down, put two in his neck (boom boom)
he was screamin’ for help, ain’t n0body come, left his dumbass stretched (dead)
caught that b_tch tryna flex on the ‘gram, now he postin’ rip in text (p_ssy!)
we don’t do no threats, we do backdoors, we hit them l!cks in sets (you know that)
he was ridin’ wit’ shorty, we boxed that whip, now they both got wet (blrrt)
i don’t do no dissin’ on beats, i slide in pеrson, bet
soon as the window drop, i’m dumpin’ out this tech, b_tch, that’s a bеt (skrrt, bow)

[verse 2: skrilla]
yeah, look—f_ck a vest, i’m shootin’ necks
we spin sh_t quick like russian roulette (grrah)
had to clean my fn, too many sh_lls, d_mn near got that b_tch wet (too much)
he a goofy, died for nothin’, now his dumbass just a set (dummy)
vulture boys, we step on necks, leave his brains all on the steps (boom!)
vvs all on my neck, but i still rob sh_t in sweats (come up off that)
told the plug, “i need that load,” soon as i got it, he got left (p_ssy)
n_ggas ain’t even k!llers, just good at tweetin’ threats (tweetin’)
i’m the type to pop out solo and let that b_tch eject (brrrah, boom!)
[verse 3: bloodhound lil jeff]
yeah, red zone demons, b_tch, we active, got them switches barkin’ loud (grrah)
told my shorty, “don’t talk on phones, just catch that body, make me proud” (go do it)
i was raised in the jungle, f_ck that humble, i get wild (raaah)
put a 50 in my bl!cky, that b_tch spit like pacquiao (boom, boom, boom)
he was tryin’ to slide, got fried, he died with a frown, not a smile (p_ssy)
shoot that b_tch until it cl!ck, then switch the whip, we outta town (vroom)
caught his brother lackin’, too, put his dumbass underground (two for one)
now the opps holdin’ balloons and postin’ slides with fake_ass frowns (we smokin’ both, ho)

[verse 4: kid lenz]
uh, vulture land where we don’t sleep, it’s 3 am and i’m still creepin’ (still lurkin’)
got this xd on my hip, this b_tch my twin, my b_tch be jealous, tweakin’ (f_ck her)
i ain’t signin’ nothin’ if i can’t keep my gun at all them meetings (facts)
label said i need security—nah, b_tch, i need demons (let me bring my k!llers)
i been slide_hoppin’ since a jit, had 30 clips when y’all had bikes (swear to god)
tell dude don’t post his addy, ’cause we’ll turn that sh_t to vice (boom boom boom)
hit his chest, he did a flip, that switch just bit him like a mic (like tyson)
i can’t argue on no phone, b_tch, i be busy takin’ lives (p_ssy)

[outro: bloodhound lil jeff x all]
we them red zone vultures, b_tch, ain’t no way to dodge this scope
you post that block again, you die, that’s real_life, not a quote (facts)
ain’t no lackin’, b_tch, we woke, let this fn clear his throat (grrah, boom boom boom)
still ain’t safe, lil’ ho, we k!ll whoever you know (facts)

- bloodhound lil jeff kid reckz skrilla kid lenz

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