Radar

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 L.A. 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 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 In L.A. 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 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 Meek 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