Video Radar de Nocap 2024 Rap Lyrics

Nocap - Radar Lyrics

Yeah
(Al Geno on the track)

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 hit
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