Radar
I got a new anthem for you punks
You think you won? Look, it's just a pile of junk
Try to decipher these lyrics, try with the monks
It's electronic meets hip-hop meets funk
Don't sweat it if you slept on it, my man
Or woman, or neither if that's the plan
My music is inclusive and nice, there's no price
I eat rice all day, some would say it's a vice
But I have a vice, and it's actually weed
I love when it's sticky and it's good
Take another dab, now I'm higher than a seed
I cough so loud they can hear it through the neighborhood
Yeah, break it down now, you're on my radar
If I was you, I'd think twice before going far
The only time I'm subpar is when I golf with Adolf
And Bernie Madoff, finish the hole then hit the car
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Here we go again, it's about time for round 2
Like Carrie fisher, my gun goes pew pew pew
I said that before, my references are few
But I know you like it, that's nothing new
When I say these rhymes, I feel like a klutz
But I lick the icing off your donuts, I make-make you go nuts
Yeah, and that's the bottom line right there
I'm no wrestler but I'm hotter than rick flair
I pack heat for days like my name is Todoroki
And I'm smooth as Ice on the low key
Spinning in your fast car, got you on my radar
My radar, My-my radar
Yeah, that's right, I got you on my radar
I got my homies and my gat so don't you go far
It's a new party rock anthem up in here
So while we tear the roof off you have nothing to fear
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
You think you won? Look, it's just a pile of junk
Try to decipher these lyrics, try with the monks
It's electronic meets hip-hop meets funk
Don't sweat it if you slept on it, my man
Or woman, or neither if that's the plan
My music is inclusive and nice, there's no price
I eat rice all day, some would say it's a vice
But I have a vice, and it's actually weed
I love when it's sticky and it's good
Take another dab, now I'm higher than a seed
I cough so loud they can hear it through the neighborhood
Yeah, break it down now, you're on my radar
If I was you, I'd think twice before going far
The only time I'm subpar is when I golf with Adolf
And Bernie Madoff, finish the hole then hit the car
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Here we go again, it's about time for round 2
Like Carrie fisher, my gun goes pew pew pew
I said that before, my references are few
But I know you like it, that's nothing new
When I say these rhymes, I feel like a klutz
But I lick the icing off your donuts, I make-make you go nuts
Yeah, and that's the bottom line right there
I'm no wrestler but I'm hotter than rick flair
I pack heat for days like my name is Todoroki
And I'm smooth as Ice on the low key
Spinning in your fast car, got you on my radar
My radar, My-my radar
Yeah, that's right, I got you on my radar
I got my homies and my gat so don't you go far
It's a new party rock anthem up in here
So while we tear the roof off you have nothing to fear
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Without a down, just and out, really got me
Burning that rubber, make me a sucker
Let's be loud, make my chest run the milk maid
You're kinda flashy, got you on my radar
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Genaro Garcia De Quevedo
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