Radar - NoCap

I been tryna move in without the U-Haul

In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp

In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton

You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost

Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off

Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar

One thing she know is I forever get this paper

Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya

I want you to hold me (Up, up, up)

Codeine in my body, my blood

You lookin' at my jewelry, don’t touch

My second bitch really just my runner-up

They don’t appreciate you until you dead and gone

Up late in my cell wishing I was home

Just 'cause I’m rich, they think all my damn problems gone

Nigga, I still shed tears in this VLONE

You niggas still wanna be me, don’t you?

I walk in and you sit I really just don’t understand it

Even though she wasn’t mine, I flew that bitch to Miami

She told me take it off her mind, I told her take off her panties

Countin' green at the red light so I ranned it

This my brand-new bitch, I think her name Brandy

Whipping Percocet so I don’t have to pop a Xanny

You better not leave me stranded

I been tryna move in without the U-Haul

In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp

In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton

You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost

Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off

Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar

One thing she know is I forever get this paper

Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya

Murder for that money, just the way it is

I’m committing sins hoping God don’t see

I got niggas in the box, turned they life in the grid

Fresh to death when I step, nigga, you can’t even hear it

Fresh to death when I step, I ain’t sleeping under bricks

Ain’t none of my days sunny, I’m wishing I was Mitch

You call me what you want but two things, that’s police or a bitch

Soon as she went to liking pictures, I just add her to the list

Only thing I know to do is shit on y’all when I’m pissed off

Pussy boys, we might shoot up your clique house

Old school say I’m a cold cat but in the streets, I’m hot dog

I make a phone call, I’m tryna boil y’all

I been tryna move in without the U-Haul

In the back of the Benz smoking a new opp

In LA with four friends, this shit like Luke Walton

You gon' find me winning, I don’t care who lost

Still working, I don’t know when it’s gon' pay off

Every bitch I had, I put 'em on the radar

One thing she know is I forever get this paper

Don’t be shy to tell the world that I made ya

I want you to hold me (Up, up, up)

Codeine in my body, my blood

You looking at my jewelry, don’t touch

My second bitch really just my runner-up