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red zone (intro) - ceo trayle 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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