letra de rroxket “on the radar” freestyle part 2 - on the radar
[chorus]
i grab her throat when i’m hittin’ it
grab the opp throat, f-ck these women
crank up the, crank up the d-mn engine
crank up the, crank up the d-mn engine
i cross my dog, i’m a super christian
i hit a l!ck, auto dose kicked in
i split a perc, half time splittin’
draw down and put a red dot on his chin
i slept on dirty ass floor wit’ my kin
told my young n-gga load up and he ran
this n-gga press forward then they go spin
[verse]
i’m the young n-gga wit’ dirty lil’ glock
soon that he buy a new fye he popped
i’m bringin’ drugs to my d-mn bus stop
i f-ck her face if her head is shocked
tryna get [?] d-mn corner
only thing make rroxket scared is cops
real firеarm n-gga, f-ck is a prop?
percocet 10, i be geekеd out my socks
she kinda got mileage, a lil’ mini bop
i shoot this sh-t and shoot off plenty tops
i shoot this n-gga the minute he cross me
play with this stick like this sh-t mini [?]
percocet 10 it dissolve in [?]
hit up swipegod again if you need sauce
we spin a benz, he gon’ [?]
n-ggas on internet do alot of talkin’
aim with that stick, he can shoot down a hawk
i f-cked the hoe up and down, she hit salsa
no way i can’t leave my fye in the house
kick down the door with the fye then amount
percocet 10 made my b-tch mad
kicked the f-ck down wit’ yo’ b-tch ass
we leave a young n-gga sh-t bag
i walk around 30 clip mag
and i ain’t drink hamburger slushy
you want a hamburger slushy?
you gon’ get one if you touch me
we leave a young n-gga sh-t bag
i’m bangin’ b n-gga, beat that
i don’t give a f-ck ‘bout discussions
pistol whip give him concussion
i’m tryna shoot, f-ck the tusslin’
i’m tryna shoot, f-ck the tusslin’ sh-t
[?] my cousin sh-t
i ain’t want sh-t n-gga, nun’ but rich
i hit the shot but my cousin missed
i blow like a rocket and sh-t
i know i’m on top of this sh-t
the cup of bodeine if i’m sick
i’m lookin’ like jeremy lin
i’m lookin’ like jackie chan
my bro got the gat in his hand
f-ck [?] tack that
i’m geekin’ my day off of xans
my bro still get geeked in the can
like f-ck it, aye n-gga you broke then go rob
my cousin told me mask up and then rob him
runnin’ back out when it’s cops and robbers
i might not shoot if i see a cop
close range .38 hot revolver
[chorus]
i grab her throat when i’m hittin’ it
grab the opp throat, f-ck these women
crank up the, crank up the d-mn engine
crank up the, crank up the d-mn engine
i cross my dog, i’m a super christian
i hit a l!ck, auto dose kicked in
i split a perc, half time splittin’
draw down and put a red dot on his chin
i slept on dirty ass floor wit’ my kin
told my young n-gga load up and he ran
this n-gga press forward then they go spin
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