Rental Cars (RADARADA)
(Crackhouse)
(Chino, what's in your cup?)
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Late night stalkin'
We outside your house
And it's too late for talkin'
Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars
I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars
Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars
High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars
Booted up, no steel-toes
I catch you outside with your bitch
I ain't sparin' shit, we kill hoes
You know we sneak-disser K, yeah, bitch, we kill those
I'm big 26K, that's what I'll kill for, nigga
I tote guns in real life, not just on a Triller
Bitch, I belong in the zoo, I'm a real gorilla
I take Percs on the daily, I'm a pop-piller
Ooh, I meant pill-popper
When I'm 'round a bad bitch, I get real proper
In the SRT, just kissed the curb, had to hit the throttle
In love with lean, I might fuck around and drink it out the bottle
Get too high, then I go retarded, start sayin', "Radarada"
I be with some dread head killers, yeah! Them rasta-rastas
We don't tote shit but chopper-choppers
My big brother a noodle knocker
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You know we-, you-
I hate when niggas act like we ain't known for-
Late night stalkin'
We outside your house
And it's too late for talkin'
Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars
I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars
Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars
High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars
Just got off the phone with my nigga Foreign talkin' 'bout them M's
Niggas know we kill shit, won't spare him when I see him
I'd hate to be my opps, I swear to God, wouldn't wanna be 'em
The bro so motherfuckin' heartless, he'll murder a nigga BM
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Big 26K shit, nigga
You feel me?
(Chino, what's in your cup?)
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Late night stalkin'
We outside your house
And it's too late for talkin'
Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars
I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars
Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars
High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars
Booted up, no steel-toes
I catch you outside with your bitch
I ain't sparin' shit, we kill hoes
You know we sneak-disser K, yeah, bitch, we kill those
I'm big 26K, that's what I'll kill for, nigga
I tote guns in real life, not just on a Triller
Bitch, I belong in the zoo, I'm a real gorilla
I take Percs on the daily, I'm a pop-piller
Ooh, I meant pill-popper
When I'm 'round a bad bitch, I get real proper
In the SRT, just kissed the curb, had to hit the throttle
In love with lean, I might fuck around and drink it out the bottle
Get too high, then I go retarded, start sayin', "Radarada"
I be with some dread head killers, yeah! Them rasta-rastas
We don't tote shit but chopper-choppers
My big brother a noodle knocker
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You know we-, you-
I hate when niggas act like we ain't known for-
Late night stalkin'
We outside your house
And it's too late for talkin'
Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'
We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars
I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars
Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars
High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars
Just got off the phone with my nigga Foreign talkin' 'bout them M's
Niggas know we kill shit, won't spare him when I see him
I'd hate to be my opps, I swear to God, wouldn't wanna be 'em
The bro so motherfuckin' heartless, he'll murder a nigga BM
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Big 26K shit, nigga
You feel me?
Credits
Writer(s): Carlo Coxen Ii, Patrick Ri Yan Dolan, Roderick Dale Henderson
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