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• Artiste: G Herbo
• Titre: Radar
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Yeah Uh Uh, uh Fuck niggas, better not get put on the radar Fuck niggas, don't get put on my radar Better not get put on my— Pull up, uh You ever lived through a nightmare? (What up?) Looked death in the face, he might stare Somebody try and kill you right there (Right there) You can't depend on nothin' but Nike Airs (Go) Have you ever been through that? In a bang out with your man strapped and he didn't shoot back? Ridin' 'til the wheels go flat Do you know what could happen in the rack in the alley, pitch black? Glock 23 got a switch on a back (Rrr) 7.62 bullets spit out the MAC AR suppressed with the catchеr attached (Shit a catch) Empty that bitch out the Hellcat and snatch (Skrrt) G Hеrbo, I been actin' up with my ratchet Lil' Blood do the dash on the dispatch (Go) I know a whole bunch of killers in traffic Pull up on us, pussy, you met your match (Huh) Push to the right, it go brrt, brrt (Brrt) Push to the left, it go grrt, grrt (Grrt, grrt) I clear smoke in my section (Facts) I'm the one turned his ass to a pack He tryin' diss on the 'net 'cause he rap I'm tryin' get shit took off the map (What?) Yeah, no homo just like a blowjob I'm tryna leave nigga's head on his— (Yeah) Leave nigga's head on his lap Button on the hair trigger, aim, that bitch tap (Tap) Bullet holes gave him a gap Took some of his flesh off, he tryna adapt (Yeah) Don't give a fuck 'bout the audience Like I'm applaudin' some shit, I'll up it and clap Go ask all of my partners, I bet you they vouch You know all these niggas be bap (Know that) Everybody savage, you better adapt I don't see no niggas trapped (No niggas) My young nigga finally went up a hat Tell me 'bout the drill, what happened? Way before all of 'em YNs crashed Me, I was crashin', crashin' Smokin' us a opp, then put out the ash Now I'm cashin', cashin' She ride in the Lamb truck actin' a ass (Uh) Always rockin' some fashion Might buy a Martin, for my G son Aston 'Cause life comin' at me fast Just copped a new coupe like I ain't had the last one I know how to fuck off a bag White chandelier look like nothin' but glass on me (Bling) This summer, I'm actin' bad (Yeah) Pinky a hundred-K, it cost a Jag' on me (Swerve) In Chrome, don't look at the tag In Louis, Celine, Bottega, this plaid on me (This plaid on me) I'm teachin' you lil' niggas swag These streets, you in or you out, so decide (What up?) This shit ain't gon' come with no guide There's rules when you play, niggas broke 'em and died (They dap) He gon' beef with the gang and go hide (Uh) Fuck your rank if it ain't bonafide (Yeah) It don't count if it ain't homicide (Huh) Four in a whip, up the score and divide it (Huh) If I'm with him, he quick to go slide (Huh) This .30 clip in my hand on my side (Facts) You get killed with that bitch on your side (Get killed with that bitch on your side) When I told them, "Make cake in my sleep," they surprised Fuck around, make a M on the sunrise (Swerve) Phew Nigga They want sunrise This shit like It is what it is, just like what it's like and what it ain't like, it ain't gon' get like