Radar

Fuck a day job got guap on my radar
Spent a lot but I'm still getting paid off
Beat it up then I'm back to the pesos
I don't know who to trust so I lay low
Went and ran up a check in these fazos
Baby suck me to death give me halos
Love to flex all the shit that I'm made of
Sorry babe I'll get back to you later
Call me crazy love fucking insane hoes
Smoking A1 and dripping like steak sauce
Ain't no cap in my rap it ain't made up
In the back of the Bach with the majors
In the back of the trap with the flavors
Broke ya back sorry babe I can't save ya
Chasin' paper I'm done doin favors
Fuck a day job got guap on my radar

I'm in a foreign speeding
White chocolate bitch I got her out from Sweden
I'm not a killa don't give me a reason
My drip always different it change with the season
Keep a lil hunnid on me, always
King in the section got fiends in the hallway
Thief in the night you get taken in broad day
The piece in the car had to go down the hardway
Ain't talking money then leave me alone
Fell asleep on the xans I can't come to the phone
Off a tec and a perc I be lost in my zone
All these plays goin' on I don't think I'm going home
I don't need sleep I just need me the guala
Mixing the shits with my wrist and then, voila
I need it all and then double the order
Holy Ghost in me I'm walking on water
She do the most and she do it again
Shirt from Japan and my shoes come from France
Done counting my friends I'm just counting the bands
I'm living life like this shit boutta end
Forget what I said baby I was on xans
I be too high I don't know how to land
I be the man with these bands in my hands
If life is a beach I just play in the sand

Fuck a day job got guap on my radar
Spent a lot but I'm still getting paid off
Beat it up then I'm back to the pesos
I don't know who to trust so I lay low
Went and ran up a check in these fazos
Baby suck me to death give me halos
Love to flex all the shit that I'm made of
Sorry babe I'll get back to you later
Call me crazy love fucking insane hoes
Smoking A1 and dripping like steak sauce
Ain't no cap in my rap it ain't made up
In the back of the Bach with the majors
In the back of the trap with the flavors
Broke ya back sorry babe I can't save ya
Chasin' paper I'm done doing favors
Fuck a day job got guap on my radar



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Ponte
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