Code Red lyrics

[Intro]
I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?
We finna talk our sh*t, you heard me?
YNR (Yeah)
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I’m a demon, keep me a stick like I’m reaper
Run up, get hit with this heater
f*ck all that talkin’, lil’ n*gga, I’m squeezin’
Hollows gon’ burn through his motherf*ckin’ beater
b*tch, I’m too reckless, slide with a TEC
Leave a f*ck n*gga stretched, we puttin’ sh*t to the test
f*ck what he claim, he ain’t no thrеat
Hundred-round drum, make a n*gga confess
b*tch, I’m on go, I lеt it blow
Body drop quick, now we up on the scope
Hit up his block, let that motherf*cker fold
Switch on the Glock, that b*tch sound like a pole
I see an opp, I’m lettin’ it rain
b*tch-ass n*gga got hit in his brain
f*cked up his spine, now he walk with a cane
Don’t mention my name, we bringin’ the pain
I got a thot, she givin’ me top
She eatin’ me up while I ride with a chop
Scope on the K, I’m seein’ the opps
They talkin’ on live, but they duckin’ the shots
We spin back-to-back, this sh*t ain't no joke
Play with my gang, you gon’ end up a ghost
He got a pole but that n*gga ain't blow
pus*y-ass n*gga got hit in his throat
Run down, let’s see what he 'bout
Got his ass stretched, he ain’t makin’ it out
pus*y-ass boy tried to talk for some clout
We knockin’ him off, that’s without a doubt
[Verse 2: Lil' Vyro]
Hop out the whip, my Glock in my hand
If I see an opp, I ain't givin' no chance
These n*ggas be b*tches, they run when it's tense
We step on they block, make 'em hop over fence
No talkin’, just shoot, we ain't makin' no friends
f*ck all the peace, b*tch, I want revenge
Chopper gon’ bust, knock him straight out his Timbs
He say he a killer, but scared in the pen
I ride with them demons, my Glock got a beam
Creep through the cut, put his ass on the screen
Don’t say it’s on sight if you ain’t finna slide
That sh*t get you whacked when we pop out with nines
He talkin’ real tough, now he beggin’ for life
Shoulda just stayed in his lane, now he fried
Money keep callin’, I stay on my sh*t
Ain’t worried ‘bout n*ggas, I’m tryna get mine
Yeah, we sendin’ them shots
f*ck all the talk, we ain't dodgin’ no opps
Chasin' the bag, I ain't trustin’ no b*tch
Switch up the spot when it get too hot
n*ggas be cappin', they ain't on sh*t
Say they gon’ slide but they still ain't hit
Lil' bro just caught him, unloaded the clip
Ran up a check and I ain't gon’ quit
[Outro: Lil' Vyro]
Yeah, free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
We outside, f*ck all them opps
If it's up, then it’s stuck, b*tch