RADAR

F*ck 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 F*ck 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 F*ck 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 F*ck a day job got guap on my radar