Red Bull Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
From the cradle to the casket, we be steppin' on the maggots
Plannin' licks up on the plugs that be havin' it and tax it
We investigate, take em' down, split the profit with my round
If there's a hit, we leavin' town, send someone back with bloody chains
Let em' think that we are dead business, as I'm always bred
This is hustlin', ain't no tusslin' shots, ring out end of discussion
Don't let IG get your head gushin', uh
Tryin' to go viral, get your head busted, uh
Scammers, robbers, pussy poppers, killers, dealers, set up girls
People with a legit business, fuck with them, they rock your world
Police force in elite, hands low-level, niggas don't understand
US is a corporation, work to death, they steal your bacon
We don't care, we wanna live, we wanna spend on high-tech shit
Designer shit
Everybody callin', everybody else broke
They all a check from bein' broke
They all a lick from bein' poked
They all a deal from bein' coaxed
They all a flick from bein' poked
She a suck away from bein' a ho, uh
You a lie away from cheatin', on bro, ayy
When he find out you a bullet away, ayy, uh
Then the police are a minute away, uh
From the cradle to the casket, we be steppin' on the maggots
Plannin' licks up on the plugs that be havin it and tax it
We investigate, take em' down, split the profit with my round-up
There's a hit, we leavin' town, send someone back with bloody chains
Let em' think that we are dead, finesse his ahh out more his bread
This is hustlin', ain't no touchin', shots ring out in a discussion
Don't let IG get your head gushin', uh
Tryin' to go viral, get your head bustin
Yeah, this is what I'm talkin' about
Everyone wanna run they mouth
But this is a cycle when we all in survival mode
This is a heavy load, I'm turnin' on the stove
Cook it, wrap the hard it's sold, cut off leeches, pursue my goal
They ain't helpin', they drain my soul, cut off family, they have no hold
They wanna fight, ain't bout no business, act gangster, but turn to snitches
God curse me with these people, we ain't the same, we ain't equal
Pops raised us to be weak, mama ain't stand up and do shit
I'm the soldier, I rebelled if I'm wrong, fuck it, send me to hell
I'm a king, I'm a gangster, who young leader
He a stranger, he the lion, I'm the tamer
I took over your assets seized
While I make moves, you puff trees
He ain't no leader or a soldier
And you can't lead without the files in my folder, uh
You can't lead when you said that, I'm the cobra, uh
How you gon' lead when you ain't put in the work
And I'm your biggest fan, I'll have your face on my shirt, uh
Weup record CEO, In D. Mason studio
I still fuck with Kilo, he weUp he my people
Had to speak my mind, if there's a problem, then it'll get lethal
From the cradle to the casket, we be steppin' on the maggots' Plannin' licks up on the plugs that be havin it and tax it
We investigate, take em' down, split the profit
With my round, if there's a hit, we leavin' town
Send someone back with bloody chains
Let em' think that we are deafd and that's his ass, that more is bread
This is hustlin', ain't no tusslin
Shots ring out, end of discussion
Don't let IG get your head gushin', uh
Tryna go viral, get your head busted, bitch
We up, we up, yeah
Yeah, we up CEO, yeah
We up CEO Slim, yeah
Yo, yeah, we up CEO Slim
We up CEO, yeah
Yeah, yeah