Radar Lyrics

You know sometimes this shit really get tough and I just need a hiatus

Sometimes Big 6 get high as Atmosphere I'm high than the Stratus

We Left that station with no cuffs on, man the feds thought they had us

And If it wasn't for them cameras

Man them boys would've bagged us

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Walk em down with the switch ain't remember me

All this white and I get about ten a key

Shoutout my dawgs in Mississippi and Tennessee

Freaky' hoes off the Migos and Hennessy

Remember days I was stayin' off Genesee

Foreign women, I'm tellin' them ven aqui

Radar, radar, radar

No ops on the radar

My Hebrew, CO, he out in Turks we like to call em' Hagar

Team SWISH they really eight to five and I ain't talkin' J.R.

Hot shells and biscuits what we servin, we don't even cater

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

All this ice on my neck and these sticks in the trunk, You would think that we gon' play hockey

Foreign drip from Japan make me feel like the man put it on turn to mister Miyagi

I been choppin' these bricks, I been choppin' these bricks,

I been choppin' these bricks, no karate

Xotic women, they showing me love booty fake gimme cake and I had er massage me

My lil youngins they spinnin' in KIA's and ducking the feds, Damn near hot as wasabi

I go ghost on a ghost, no Tariq, white boy savage as shit I be calling em tommy

Certain rooms, I be proper as shit

But I'm lit than a bitch, I be duckin the razi

All this jewels on my neck and my wrist Im baguetted as shit, yellin', fuck you to Nazi's

I'm just tryna put a bill to my name, make it out, fuck the clout guess i'm going for Cosby

D.E.A., C.I.A. think they low, if I say what I know Man, I know they ah pop me

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

I know they a drop me

Huh, destined for greatness, so I keep my patience

This shit right here, wasn't overnight had trials and tribulations

Sandlot niggas I grew up with, We don't do new faces

We got tired of them FNs and went got innovations

Corner boy on every corner, gas on all the stations

I know evil get you nowhere, I read revelations

So if a fuckboy test my gangster, I can't get to bangin?

Man, if a fuckboy test my cajun aimin, chopper Flamin

Why the fuck them boys been rattin?

Droppin' testimonies

(Laugh)

Circle full of infested phonies

Man Biggs would never did that shit, Man that's my bestest homie

I been chasin' bags gettin' to that yes lil homie

Spilled that work all on my shirt, look like asbestos on me

Doggy boy was really bitch we made him fetch his, homie

Radar, radar, radar

No ops on the radar

My Hebrew, CO, he out in Turks we like to call em' Hagar

Team SWISH they really eight to five and I ain't talkin' J.R.

Hot shells and biscuits what we servin, we don't even cater

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

And I know I'm the greatest

The biggest littest six, You other niggas outdated

Every time I drop a song, these bitches add to the playlist

And I know I'm they favorite

Never thought that I wouldn't make it

Now, a nigga done made it