Radar

Yuh, yuh, yuh
What's this, what's that on my radar?
Radar, radar, radar

What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah
What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah
What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah

2012, had that sack for a bar (You, you, you, you)
Bust that 12, had canines in my car (You, you, you, you)
But fuck them niggas, yeah, they knowing who we are (You, you, you, you)
Nigga stop playing, you get smoked like a cigar

When I die, don't come back, it's a wrap
Nigga vool, that's my mood, ain't no gas
Fuck my lungs, I smoke gas, you smoke back
With your bitch, we go half on the sack

Told me Bass, please, hit the brakes
You've been going too hard
Lost myself, I lost my dog
I'm hurt, I swear to God

Try to run off with the energy, we shut it down (Shut it down)
Ain't no soldiers unless it's members only in your town, huh (In your town)

What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah
What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah
What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah
What's this on my, on my radar-a-r-a-r-a-r?
Yah, yah, yah, yah

They get it done



Credits
Writer(s): David Thompson
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