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rroxket “on the radar” freestyle part 2 - on the radar lyrics

[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

- on the radar lyrics

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