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Red Zone
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EST Gee
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Got myself a wolf Can't believe I did it That is insane Not many people killed wolves this year 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 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 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, p*ssy, you don't like it, do somethin' about it 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
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