Testo No Radar - 550 feat. 21 Savage
Testo della canzone No Radar (550 feat. 21 Savage), tratta dall'album Hoodlum
Protégé Beats
I'm in the booth with the dub, bitch and the AR
She don't wanna give up the pussy, stay off the radar
Take a nigga off of the VAD, stay off the radar
You know we don't play about the cash, shoot like J.R, Smith
Fucking your bitch, call her a Lyft, chill
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, live
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that lean, my drink in the fifth
Actavis all in my cup, straight on the roof with a dub
I had them pads like duck, stashing them on the rug
Back on the block with the drugs, keeping the choppa for mugs
We were connected with plugs, ain't find no nigga no love
Ain't find these niggas ain't shit
Serving that pack like a combo
Three different weeks in the pack, mix it all up, serving some gumbo
I'm needing it pronto
Call up my plug, I'm needing the honcho
Migos like poncho, chief of my hood, they calling me Tonto
Stick on the front row, catching the bag, breaking the console
They beefing with niggas, them choppas gon' unload
My niggas they solid, they never gon' unfold
Don't speak on no bodies, these stories they untold
I'm in the booth with the dub, bitch and the AR
She don't wanna give up the pussy, stay off the radar
Take a nigga off of the VAD, stay off the radar
You know we don't play about the cash, shoot like J.R, Smith
Fucking your bitch, call her a Lyft, chill
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, live
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that lean, my drink in the fifth
Yeah, nigga, spend a quarter million on sales nigga, for real nigga
5M just signed a deal, nigga (21)
For real, dawg, fuck around with Savage, get killed, dawg (facts)
On God (21), so many choppers like Call of Duty
Nigga, we walking up on you, we ain't tryna drive by shooting (21)
Bitch, I came for the head, yeah, I ain't tryna watch no movie
Let a nigga slide in, yeah, I'm talking raw like sushi
Ran up a hundred Ms, nigga still pouring up lean in Houston
Young nigga balling, I dribble (21), told the bitch suck, don't dribble (21)
Let a nigga try me cripple (on God), modifying all my triggers (gang)
Multiplying all my M's, bossing up all my friends (21)
All my scripper got a Benz, red light, leave your brains all on your mans
I'm in the booth with the dub, bitch and the AR
She don't wanna give up the pussy, stay off the radar
Take a nigga off of the VAD, stay off the radar
You know we don't play about the cash, shoot like J.R, Smith
Fucking your bitch, call her a Lyft, chill
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, live
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that lean, my drink in the fifth
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Writer(s): Nicholas Solis
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