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Radaman - ATW lyrics

Artist: Radaman

album: Caskets


Yeah
Yeah
These niggas gone shoot you without looking
Draw down and don't kill, so rookie
School of hard knocks
And you playing hookie
Niggas sweeter than a bowl of some krisp cookies
Niggas wanna roll but they so tootsie
I get them bags off the scale
I know some killers thats black and they white
But none of them whales
I rock the ballys, the animals, the red carousels
I am an animal, lion king
You fairy tale
New wave in town
Im Biggavell
Murder you pussies, then i pick a cell
Snitchin' y'all doing aint sitting well
Fuzz catch me, imma sit in there
I aint coughin' up shit, no sickle cell
Look
Fuck my potna, free the opps
So i could see him blow his top
Keep that chain, keep that watch
Cause cloudy diamonds we don't rock
Im off the curb, I'm in the lot
Bitch so bad i shoot my shot
Fendi shirt, Fendi top
Now she ask if i swipe to shop
I wipe my nose, it wasn't no snot
Free my niggas that sleep in cots
King been there since Hov yelled Roc
Weight on my brain, i hold a lot
I don't think, yeah i overplot
I put that dope in that fold top
I put that pyrex on stove tops
Wait too long imma close shop
I beat that shit out the bowl
Stepped on it til ' it was already swole
You call and its already sold
I hit that trap with that wrap season
Niggas be hating, my pack bleeding
Im a rolling stone and my hat leaving
Nigga im spinning, im not grieving
Run from who
Bitch im not leaving
You don't even know what that beef about
Have me sleeping under them people house
He think he saved by the bell
We gone screech him out
Call me clorox Rada
I'll bleach him out
Me and my nigga
We sip on that whocthart
Toasters on us
We not making no poptarts
Hit a nigga
Now he leaking hot sauce
You know a nigga with the shit
Got girl, boy, and them firesticks
Anything go on, hit a lick
My young nigga running and he got a bomb
Different color tabs like lucky charms
Came in this bitch with the Cullpeppr arm
12 Searching for me like I'm Sadam
9 Trey open trap, please don't ring the alarm
Pussy ass nigga gonna sing 12 a song
Hurricane Harvey, thats all on my wrist
I hit the pot and i started with nicks
Remember growing up
They say i wouldn't be shit
Now i pull up on em in a deep dish
Walk out the jail like that shit was a blessing
Walk out that bitch but i aint learn a lesson
Man fuck 12
Better watch where you're steppin'
Ignorant like Odawg when i hold a weapon
Radaman trap in a figure 4
Mask on, Ray Mysterio
You already know where that dilly go
They heat it on spoons
And they bang it in needles
Took a nap in a regal
I aint judging them people
Pocket rocket in a cell pocket
In a dickies suit with the timbs on
D and G with my lens on
Blood in, blood out what my friends on
Lil bitty bitch, i can't fuck on no demo
Get head in a rental, i cum on her pimples
I drop her by kin folk
I get them digits and memos
Read about it on a kindle
Walk in that bitch like I'm Major
Play on that hoe like a Sega
Fuck on that hoe, i aint gone save her
Im keeping knife like I'm Vega
Im the champ, bitch place a wager
All money green, we gonna take it
I get the extra when i scrape it
Fuck on that hoe, i aint even get naked
Loosen my belt
Pull my shit through the manhole
Ate me up, gave me more than a sample
Loosen my belt
Pull my shit through the manhole
Ate me up, gave me more than a sample

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