Radar

Yeah

Al Geno on the track

[Chorus]

I been tryna move in without the U-Haul

In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp

And they labeled foes friends, this shit like Luwop

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

[Verse 1]

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 runnerup

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 said I really just don't understand

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

And they labeled foes friends, this shit like Luwop

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

[Verse 2]

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 hit

Fresh to death when I step, I ain't sleeping under brick

Ain't none of my days sunny, I'm wishing I was Mick

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 I'm the streets I'm hot dog

I make a phone call, I'm tryna ball y'all

[Chorus]

I been tryna move in without the U-Haul

In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp

And they labeled foes friends, this shit like Luwop

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 runnerup