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