Die Hard (Red Zone) lyrics

[Intro]
Drum Dummie
Yeah
Big 38 in this b*tch, you hear me?
These n*ggas b*tches and we know that they ain't really livin'
Yeah, slime

[Verse 1]
Show out, I drop two bands on a Draco
Hangin’ with them youngins, gettin’ money, pullin’ Queso
You know I’m livin’ like that, I ain’t never tuck my chain, though
If I can’t pray there, I can’t stay there, where yo’ halo?
Cop out, stand tall when it's going down, let some shots off
Money laundering, I detergent wash it
Let Montana take it, get it washed off
Send a Blitz, through a phone call
Money get sent whеn you stretch him, hold on
Screamin’ “Free My n*gga, Beezy”
Thuggin’ in my section, hold on

[Chorus]
I drop that pack off in thе red zone
You must be stupid, you won’t choose it if yo’ head on
I say, I’m livin’ stuff like this until I’m dead and gone
And I just made fifty bands off my iPhone, yeah
[Verse 2]
Movin’ around with them killlas, I beat a lil' b*tch in the middle
n*ggas be cappin', I feel it, I'm lit wit' Lil' Dee in the back and I know he a killer (b*tch)
Smokin', I'm choking my lungs from a killer
Cincinnati, tryna' kill a gorilla (We livin' like that)
Let him have it, if he play, we gon' zip 'em (Allahu Akbar)
Cool it down, Bottle-tech wit' a system (Allahu Akbar)
b*tch, come here now, where you goin'?

[Reprise]
Live soft, die hard
Servin' that boy, clutching on a rod
Killers right in front the yard, b*tch
Rap game, drug lord
He could snort a line, Ima buy some time
He gon' pay a dime, for a bar

[Verse 3]
Free denim stitchin' on top of the denim
Hitters on go, and you know Ima send 'em
Choppas sit back, in the back of the rental
Forgive me my Lord, cause I come as a sinner
Dope in the closet, money in the center
Bag of rocks stuffed in the pillow
Police pull up, and we goin' to prison
He not gon' get to run in this b*tch, we gon kill 'em
Ima pray to Allah, Ima stand on that business
Ima wet up the car, Ima get 'em to business
He really don't love me, I know how he feelin'
Watch how he approach, when he come out them b*tches
Pull up in the lamb, and you know it's not rented
Twin, he clutchin', and he c*cked one in it
38 Baby, you play, Ima split it
10 grand on your head, you know Ima spend it (G-sh*t)
[Outro: Reprise]
Live soft, die hard
Servin' that boy, clutching on a rod
Killers right in front the yard, b*tch
Rap game, drug lord
He could snort a line, Ima buy some time
He gon' pay a dime, for a bar