Testo Radar - 550 feat. 21 Savage
Testo della canzone Radar (550 feat. 21 Savage), tratta dall'album HoodLum
Protégé Beats
I'm in the booth for the dawg, bitch in 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
Fuck Leo bitch, call her a Lyft
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, lil'
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that link, my drink in the fill
Actavis all in my cup, straight on the roof of the duck
I had them pads like duck, stashing them on the rug
Back on the block with the drugs, keeping the chopper 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 the 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 gone unfold
Don't speak on nobody's, these stories they untold
I'm in the booth for the dawg, bitch in 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
Fuck Leo bitch, call her a Lyft
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, lil'
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that link, my drink in the fill
Yeah, nigga, spend a quarter million on sales nigga, for real nigga
5M just signed a deal, nigga
For real, dawg, fuck around with savage get killed, dawg
On God, so many choppers like Call of Duty
Nigga, we walking up on you, we ain't tryna drive by shooting
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 M's, nigga still pouring up lean in Houston
Young nigga balling, I dribble, told the bitch suck, don't dribble
Let a nigga try me cripple, modifying all my triggers
Multiplying all my M's, bossing up all my friends
All my scripper got a Benz, red light, leave your brains all on your mans
I'm in the booth for the dawg, bitch in 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
Fuck Leo bitch, call her a Lyft
That brand-new Ferrari with smoke in the pillow, lil'
A bell in the morning while trapping on shit, sip
A pint of that link, my drink in the fill
Credits
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Demetrie Glover, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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