CEO Trayle - Red Zone (Intro) lyrics

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 bitch 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
Fuck on hoes, I never dated
I don't walk on shit, 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
Hell 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
Bitches 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 bitch
They don't know what to do
Yeah, yeah, VP done brought
Some hoes in here
She think 'bout fuckin' who?
Yeah, I fuck one time
I swear to God I'm gon' be stuck with you
It's a Fendi button too button down
Fuck nigga don't even come around
Flocka love that chopper sound
Backdoor all the oppers, fuck 'em now
Bitch, she nasty, underground
Bitch 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 (Hello?)
It's like they been waitin' on this shit
'cause it's a drought right now
He so high, he ain't comin' down
He pussy, he can't come around
She suck it when she come around
She bust it, nigga, I up it, fuck 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 bitch is lost
Pistol, it's attached to me
Can't get these bitches off
Play, I'ma let these bitches off
I still can't keep these bitches 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, damn
Where'd you find that? (Damn)
Took that pistol from that nigga
Come get your iron back
Took it out the washing machine, I
Had to iron that, yeah, C4

C4 yeah, C4
Stay dangerous i be fuckin' tweakin'