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Radar
153,716
Hip-Hop/Rap
Radar was released on July 16, 2020 by 2020 as a part of the album Steel Human
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Release DateJuly 16, 2020
Label2020
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Nicolas Berlinger
Nicolas Berlinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Young Grind
Young Grind
Producer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Al Geno on the track
I been tryna move in without the U-Haul
In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp
In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton
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 lookin' at my jewelry, don't touch
My second bitch really just my runner-up
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
****, I still shed tears in this VLONE
You **** still wanna be me, don't you?
I walk in and you sit, I really just don't understand it
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
In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton
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
Murder for that money, just the way it is
I'm committing sins, hoping God don't see
I got **** in the box, turned they life in the grid
Fresh to death when I step, ****, you can't even hear it
Fresh to death when I step, I ain't sleeping under bricks
Ain't none of my days sunny, I'm wishing I was Mitch
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 in the streets, I'm hot dog
I make a phone call, I'm tryna boil y'all
I been tryna move in without the U-Haul
In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp
In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton
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 runner-up
Written by: Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford, Sebastian Egide Benjamin Jasinski, William Eric Boyette
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