RADAR Lyrics

They say Steph aint hype, but I guess I'm a show a pussy nigga

Long as my dope be right and my smoke be strong, you know that I'm coming with it

Bitch, I'ma clutch my pipe and know for a fact, forever, I'm coming with it

Bitch, I'ma roll my dope, and bitch, I'ma roll my strong

I got them killers, them hitters, them dealers, you know they be up im my zone

Bitch, I'ma sip this lean, uh, with my durag on

Big choppa with beams, callin my phone , bitch, just leave me alone

Forever I do it, I'm holding it down, we jump out the car then we sending them rounds

Fuck all them niggas, we can't bring them around, my cell got no service, I'm up in the sound

I flexin real bad, why I'ma hold my chain? Bitch, you know you can't fuck with my gang

And you know that I'm gon' let it bang, these niggas don't know everything

Who know, go spend a bag, and they go get it back, and they don't give a damn how to fit it

I show the pussy out, nigga, I'll be out your trap, and you know I'll be up in your city

Holdin' the clips always when I pull out the car, and I'm bringing them packages with me

I'm sippin' lean, and you know that I'm having a ball, my nigga quan he with me

Tell me b3 to pour a cup of that wok, he said he fuckin' up his kidney

Tell me you niggas ain't about to come shoot up this car? cause we got them killers up in it

Smilin', pull up in the Skat and bringing it back, 150 in the city

And we got a radar up in it

They say Steph aint hype, but I guess I'm a show a pussy nigga

Long as my dope be right and my smoke be strong, you know that I'm coming with it

Bitch, I'ma clutch my pipe and know for a fact, forever, I'm coming with it

Bitch, I'ma roll my dope, and bitch, I'ma roll my strong

I got them killers, them hitters, them dealers, you know they be up im my zone

Bitch, I'ma sip this lean, uh, with my durag on

Big choppa with beams, callin my phone , bitch, just leave me alone

Forever I do it, I'm holding it down, we jump out the car then we sending them rounds

Fuck all them niggas, we can't bring them around, my cell got no service, I'm up in the sound

I flexin real bad, why I'ma hold my chain? Bitch, you know you can't fuck with my gang

And you know that I'm gon' let it bang, these niggas don't know everything

Who know, go spend a bag, and they go get it back, and they don't give a damn how to fit it

I show the pussy out, nigga, I'll be out your trap, and you know I'll be up in your city

Holdin' the clips always when I pull out the car, and I'm bringing them packages with me

I'm sippin' lean, and you know that I'm having a ball, my nigga quan he with me

Tell me b3 to pour a cup of that wok, he said he fuckin' up his kidney

Tell me you niggas ain't about to come shoot up this car? cause we got them killers up in it

Smilin', pull up in the Skat and bringing it back, 200 in the city

Red and blue lights, they stay tryna be on our ass

But we got a radar up in it