Radar Lyrics – G Herbo

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Uh, uh
Fu*k n!ggas, (??) put on the radar
Fu*k n!ggas, they don’t get put on my radar
Fu*k n!ggas, they don’t get put on my radar
Pull up, uh

[Verse]
You ever lived through a nightmare? (What up?)
Look death in a face, you might still

Somebody tryna kill you right there (Right there)
You can’t depend on nothing but Nike Airs (Go)
Have you ever been through there in the (??) with your mans strapped and he then shoot back?
Riding through, the wheels go flat, do you know what can happen in the ‘Raq in the alley pissed black?
Glock 23 got a switch on a back (Rrr)
7.62 bullets spit out the MAC
AR suppress with the catcher attached (S*it a catch)
Empty that b!tch out the Hellcat and snatch (Skrrt)
G Herbo, I been acting up on my ratchet
Lil’ Blood do the dash on the dispatch (Go)
I know a whole bunch of killers in traffic
Pull up on us, pu*sy, you matching match (Huh)
Push to the right, it go brrt, brrt (Brrt)
Push to the left, it go grrt, grrt (Grrt, grrt)
I clear a smoke in my section (Facts)
I’m the one turned his ass to a pack
He trying diss on the ‘net ’cause he rap
I’m trying get s*it took off the map (What?)
Yeah, no homo just like a blowjob
I’m tryna leave n!gga’s head on his—, yeah
Leave n!gga’s head on his lap
Button on the (??) trigger and that b!tch tap (Tap)
Bullet holes gave him a gap
Took some of his flash off, he tryna adapt, yeah
Don’t give a fu*k ’bout the audience

Like I’ma apply some s*it, I’ll up and then clap
Go ask all of my partners, I bet you they vouch
You know all these n!ggas be bap (Know that)
Everybody savage, you better adapt
I don’t see no n!ggas trap (No n!ggas)
My young n!gga finally went up a head
Tell him ’bout the drill, what happened
Way before all of ’em
YNs crashed
Me, I was crashing, crashing
Smoking some opp, being put out the ash
Now I’m cashy, cashy
Riding the Lamb’ track, (??) in the ass (Uh)
Always rocking some fashion
Might buy her Marni, for my G still Aston
‘Cause life coming at me fast
Just copped a new coupe like I ain’t had the last one
I know how to fu*k off a bag
White chandelier look like nothing but glass on me (Bling)
This time I’m (??) back, yeah
Pinky a hundred-K, it cost a Jag’ on me (Swerve)
And Chrome, don’t look at the tag
Louis, Celine, Bottega, just
Plat on me (Just
Plat on me)
I’m teaching you lil’ n!ggas swag
These streets, you in or you out to the side (What up?)
This s*it ain’t no (??) or no gas
In this (??), n!ggas broke ’em and dap (They dap)
He gon’ beef with the gang and go hide (Uh)
Fu*k your rank if it ain’t bonafide, yeah
It don’t count if it ain’t homicide (Huh)
Four on the whip up the score and divide it (Huh)
If I’m with him, he quick to go slide (Huh)
This .30 clip in my hand on my side (Facts)
You get killed with that b!tch on your side (Get killed with that b!tch on your side)
When I told ’em ain’t cake in my sleep, they surprised
Fu*k around, make a M on the sunrise (Swerve)

[Outro]
Phew
N!gga
They want sunrise
This s*it like
It is what it is, just like what it’s like and what it ain’t like, it ain’t gon’ get like