Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radar , by - NoCap. Song from the album Steel Human, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Radar |
| I been tryna move in without the U-Haul |
| In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp |
| In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton |
| You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost |
| Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off |
| Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar |
| One thing she know is I forever get this paper |
| Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya |
| I want you to hold me (Up, up, up) |
| Codeine in my body, my blood |
| You lookin' at my jewelry, don’t touch |
| My second bitch really just my runner-up |
| They don’t appreciate you until you dead and gone |
| Up late in my cell wishing I was home |
| Just 'cause I’m rich, they think all my damn problems gone |
| Nigga, I still shed tears in this VLONE |
| You niggas still wanna be me, don’t you? |
| I walk in and you sit I really just don’t understand it |
| Even though she wasn’t mine, I flew that bitch to Miami |
| She told me take it off her mind, I told her take off her panties |
| Countin' green at the red light so I ranned it |
| This my brand-new bitch, I think her name Brandy |
| Whipping Percocet so I don’t have to pop a Xanny |
| You better not leave me stranded |
| I been tryna move in without the U-Haul |
| In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp |
| In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton |
| You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost |
| Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off |
| Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar |
| One thing she know is I forever get this paper |
| Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya |
| Murder for that money, just the way it is |
| I’m committing sins hoping God don’t see |
| I got niggas in the box, turned they life in the grid |
| Fresh to death when I step, nigga, you can’t even hear it |
| Fresh to death when I step, I ain’t sleeping under bricks |
| Ain’t none of my days sunny, I’m wishing I was Mitch |
| You call me what you want but two things, that’s police or a bitch |
| Soon as she went to liking pictures, I just add her to the list |
| Only thing I know to do is shit on y’all when I’m pissed off |
| Pussy boys, we might shoot up your clique house |
| Old school say I’m a cold cat but in the streets, I’m hot dog |
| I make a phone call, I’m tryna boil y’all |
| I been tryna move in without the U-Haul |
| In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp |
| In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton |
| You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost |
| Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off |
| Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar |
| One thing she know is I forever get this paper |
| Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya |
| I want you to hold me (Up, up, up) |
| Codeine in my body, my blood |
| You looking at my jewelry, don’t touch |
| My second bitch really just my runner-up |