Radar

Yeah
Uh
Uh, uh
Fuck niggas, bet' not get put on the radar
Fuck niggas, don't get put on my radar
Bet' not get put on my, fuck niggas bet' not (pull up, uh)

You ever lived through a nightmare? (Huh?)
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 catcher attached (shit a catch)
Empty that bitch out the Hellcat and snatch (skrrt)

G Herbo, 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 head on his (yeah, huh?)

Leave nigga 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)
E'rybody savage, you better adapt, Ion 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 (huh), always rockin' some fashion (skrrt)
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 100K, 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 yo' 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 wit' 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 'em, "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