Radar

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 L.A. 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 said I really just don't understand
 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 L.A. 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 brick
 Ain't none of my days sunny, I'm wishing I was Meek
 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