Radar Paroles

What's this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

2012, had that sack for a bar
Bust that 12, had canines in my car
But fuck them niggas, yeah they knowing who we are
Nigga stop playing, you get smoked like a cigar

When I die, don't come back, it's a wrap
Nigga vool, that's my mood, ain't no gas
Fuck my lungs, I smoke gas, you smoke back
With your bitch, we go half on the sack

Told me Bass, please hit the brakes
You've been going too hard
Lost myself, I lost my dog
I'm hurt, I swear to God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah