YOVNGCHIMI “On The Radar” Freestyle Lyrics (English Translation) – On The Radar

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[Intro]
Rra, rra
The Devil’
Son’e the big b!tch, YOVNGCHIMI, did you hear?
Glizzy Gvng, MoneyWayy, cabrone’
On The Radar, b!tch
Let’s show him how to talk to these ba*tards, did you hear?
Yecko on the beat
Glizzy Gvng, Llorens Torres, cabrone’, in the house
MoneyWayy, b!tch
AHA
Glizzy Gvng
[Chorus]
I make the lawyer square, if the devil wants to sign a contract for me
One musical, the other criminal, I’m going to trust the case
I have a Cartier in my hand but in your helmet I put an Audemars
The 300 that yells at them and the 47 you don’t even have to snore

[Verse 1]
Moving drĂĽgs like Trenti, in the hamlet with the Fendi outfit
Malicious like Shelby, I got the white in Boston like a Celtic
I live at war and I’m trending, I unload the combs until we’re empty
The shooters fly from afar and I post on the block like Wenby
I have a very rich baby, flow Malu
I have my combs full of hollow ones
I come from below and now I live expensively
300 Blackout inside the G-Wagon
We disappear’ and we are not a magician’
Red 27, red flow Chicago
To touch me in Saturce, ba*tard, I pay you
One button press and life turns you off
And it’s the third time they’ve shot me
I dream of a dead person, I see a strange thing
I made a sacrifice so that they would take care of me
I want the devil to step on them at the Met Gala
Incorrigible as Rachy Huala

We give you a step back like Luke in Dallas
He cuts it on top and sticks it in the room
The AK kicks, I tell him “Musiala”
I gave him the dress codes, I also gave him the deal codes
In the Metro, whoever I miss, ba*tard, I swear he’s going to die
The minors in the case, crazy for their turn, crazy for a kill
32 shot, Shaquille, and with acid I’ll melt you in a barrel
Here we shoot, we laugh, grace
One shot and they do acrobatics
This is street, gangster, mafia
The narco-artist, me or Tapia
Smoking Smoke Up, that’s therapy
The braids and the dreadlocks, Llorens and Playa
She’s a dirty, she wants a maliant
The 19X and comb’, Kobe Bryant

[Chorus]
I make the lawyer square, if the devil wants to sign a contract for me
One musical, the other criminal, I’m going to trust the case
I have a Cartier in my hand but in your helmet I put an Audemars
The 300 that yells at them and the 47 you don’t even have to snore
I make the lawyer square, if the devil wants to sign a contract for me
One musical, the other criminal, I’m going to trust the case
I have a Cartier in my hand but in your helmet I put an Audemars
The 300 that yells at them and the 47 you don’t even have to snore

[Verse 2]
Murder in the middle of the avenue, yellow tape and the devil’ ‘and luida
I’ll kill you, I’ll get off straight, if you don’t see an insect, I’ll kill you in güira
I put ten thousand in your helmet, the devils hunt you while I’m on tour
I don’t want your fake love, baby, my love, I have Mira
Two yellow, pali, molly, two styrofoam cups
I go out ninja mode, crazy to roll one up in a blunt
Two tone AP, a kilo ‘e Cubana and the Cartier Skeleton
Ele D, Megvtron, as Father and Buster in Bayamón
Blood on the Off-White, black bucket dressed in Nike
Ba*tard, I’m your pai
In Llorens Torre’ with a Urus I entered, Lunay flow
They went strike
With my assassins we are top five
If you’re my b!tch, this is Bonny and Clyde
Four fell, that’s a team wipe
Gold record and I don’t even look for them
The Percos explode, there I shine
They want to be me and I really don’t even blame them.
I have the paca’ and Dracula in the package
He puts you in the church and you fall into a cult
If you don’t talk to me ‘e million’, e’ insult
T-I have a Russian AK and I have a Turkish AK
That’s a blast, I’m going in the Turbo
It’s going to be painful, if I die, there will be no one to copy
We’re not going to stop even if we end up in the federal
I’m with the divers and I’m not going to dive, I’ll tell you
If the devil wants my soul, let him speak ‘e million’ and I will listen to him

[Chorus]
I make the lawyer square, if the devil wants to sign a contract for me
One musical, the other criminal, I’m going to trust the case
I have a Cartier in my hand but in your helmet I put an Audemars
The 300 that yells at them and the 47 you don’t even have to snore, b!tch

[Outro]
The Devil’
YOVNGCHIMI, On The Radar
Tell me, Yecko
El Bichote ‘e Los Ritmo’, ba*tard’, did you hear?
Glizzy Gvng, motherfu*ker, MoneyWayy
The Ganga ‘and the Glizzie’, the owners’ ‘and the murder’, ba*tard’
Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens
Free Ele D, free Ciego, free Manota, free Blanco, free Jay, free Muscasco also, damn
The Devil’