Lyrics to Red Zone

[Intro]

Got myself a wolf

Can't believe I did it

That is insane

Not many people killed wolves this year



[Verse 1]

I rarely make somethin' less than a brick play

Had to mend my beef, the reason I ain't drop my mixtape

My lil' brother wake up every day and let his blick spray

Send a Jay to scope out niggas place, that's a trick play

Can't believe you ran and let your mans get hit in his face

Started off the Crip way, how he end up Blood?

He kept claiming bodies knowing he ain't shoot his gun

EST name good, I got a snake in еvery hood

Move on ain't the country, it's thе wish-a-nigga woods

Take it back to we was young, stuffin' reggie in this wood

Before they knew my name, they heard the rumors, I'm a plug

Before I made us gang, they still stepped in the name of love

She know I'm rich and young, grab her hair, poke at her tongue

I'm finna cum

Look what God made me become

Hit the switch this clipper drum, it's impossible



[Chorus]

Through the red zone

You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone

Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home

My whole life I never met one nigga I'd tell on

Rap don't work, I'm back to wrappin' work, tryna get that mail gone

Servin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone

Lurkin' through the red zone, we perfect through the red zone

Surfin' through the red zone, purgin' through the red zone

[Verse 2]

If you sit back think a lot of shit you say don't add up

Niggas wanted features really, I think that's what they mad for

I sat wit' them yeeki's told lil' bro don't lift his mask up

I can get you slammed out in your hood, I got my bands up

Spiritual linked with killers, I get them fillers, and they go smash somethin'

I ain't givin' deals no more, for real, I'm tryna tax somethin'

I refresh my Insta', see dead niggas that y'all done gassed up

The general of the generals, they know big bro gon' get that cash up

Desperate for a body, he ain't have the drop, he passed up

Mexican tatted bodies, make y'all thotties come harass us

Ain't too many 'round me, but my circle all got bodies

Man, don't tip my hand gone, pussy, you don't like it, do somethin' about it



[Outro]

Through the red zone

You don't get clout, you speak my brother's name, you get a headstone

Hundred grand on lawyers, pray to God he bring Lil' Man home

My whole life I never met one nigga I'll tell on