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ceo trayle - red zone (intro) lyrics

red zone (intro) lyrics
[verse]
we was livin’ in the red zone
i’m still seein’ opps inside the dead zone
shot a couple times and then he fled home
but i told him, yeah, yeah, stay dangerous
i don’t know who you came with
rolled an opp and flamed it
armed and i’m dangerous
4 get off, they can’t save him
i let off, give ’em all incubators
i see you, i’ll see you later
waitin’ on a cable
with no cape, i cannot save her
uh, save that b_tch for later
they know four and five ’round the corner, smell the vapors
really don’t pass my papers
diamonds all got papers
’cause diamonds are forever, baby
4 just keep on elevating
f_ck on hoes, i never dated
i don’t walk on sh_t, i’m levitating
transport that package, backdoor jason statham
yeah, once he get you in his clutches, you just can’t escape him
i moved ’cause i shot at my neighbors
h_ll season sole propriety, now they admire me
plus it’s quantity and quality, double up on quality
i was drinkin’ pints of act’ with yak, i bought the pint despite the fee
you don’t want old c4 to catch on flame, they try igniting me
b_tches cross the state with no facetime, so they was skyping me
all my bros be hyping me, don’t hate, they got the right to be
yeah, lil’ bro justin snow, but he don’t know my name justin too
yeah, i start tweakin’ in this b_tch, they don’t know what to do
yeah, yeah, vp done brought some hoes in here, she think ’bout f_ckin’ who?
yeah, i f_ck one time, i swear to god i’m gon’ be stuck with you
it’s a fendi b_tton too
b_tton_down, f_ck n_gga don’t even come around
flocka love that chopper sound
backdoor all the oppers, f_ck ’em now
b_tch, she nasty, underground
b_tch get nasty, i want it now
say you love c4, then pull them titties out right now
all these labels know big boss the one to scout right now (h_llo?)
it’s like they been waitin’ on this sh_t, ’cause it’s a drought right now
he so high, he ain’t comin’ down
he p_ssy, he can’t come around
she suck it when she come around
she bust it, n_gga, i up it, f_ck it
yeah, vic say i make his job easier
chop the top, we don’t believe in you
ayy, hop in that ‘cat, i’m leavin’ you
uh, you know c4 heatin’ up
feelin’ like nine_ten, high speeds and up
12 better get a faster car
no lawyer, but i passed the bar
i used to get them xanaxs off (yeah)
you was so happy when you got to stand next to the boss
yeah, when she start talkin’ like big boss c4, that b_tch is lost
pistol, it’s attached to me, can’t get these b_tches off
play, i’ma let these b_tches off
i still can’t keep these b_tches off
i ain’t even in my prime yet
told her to call c4 in ’bout four, five years, she ain’t no dime yet
cartier for my time check
ask did you go blind yet?
you know i’m a trap_a_holic, d_mn, where’d you find that? (d_mn)
took that pistol from that n_gga, come get your iron back
took it out the washing machine, i had to iron that, yeah, c4
[outro]
c4
yeah, c4
stay dangerous
i be f_ckin’ tweakin’

- ceo trayle lyrics

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