Radar (ft Ratchet Roach, Bass Santana & Robb Bank$)

Yuh, yuh, yuh
What’s this, what’s that on my radar
Radar, radar, radar

What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

2012, had that sack for a bar
Bust that 12, had canines in my car
But fuck them niggas, yeah they knowing who we are
Nigga stop playing, you get smoked like a cigar

When I die, don’t come back, it’s a wrap
Nigga vool, that’s my mood, ain’t no gas
Fuck my lungs, I smoke gas, you smoke back
With your bitch, we go half on the sack

Told me Bass, please hit the brakes
You’ve been going too hard
Lost myself, I lost my dog
I’m hurt, I swear to God

Try to run off with the energy, we shut it down
Ain’t no soldiers unless it’s members only in your town

What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s this on my, on my on my radar-ar-ar-ar?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah