Red Zone (Intro)

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 F*ck 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 f*ck one time I swear to God I'm gon' be stuck with you It's a Fendi button too button down F*ck nigga don't even come around Flocka love that chopper sound Backdoor all the oppers, f*ck '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, 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 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'