[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
We on the radar
Bitch

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Shit, we on the radar
Might need some lingerie, got titties on the AR
They think we work for Menko how my n***as spray cars
You could chop them bitches off my body, bet I stay armed
Barkin' like a pit, it's funny how he got his nose blue
Had to cop a Goose 'cause my bitch cold and pendants froze too
How we spot up shootin' on his block, you'd think the bros hoop
Why the fuck did your bitch call me Daddy like I know Duke?

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Hit him with that scorpion, I hit him with that fire
You know that you cannot fuck with us, why do you n***as try?
I be smokin' only fire, I be higher than the sky
Lately I've been applyin' pressure on they nеck just like a tie
I be with thеm grave diggers, they can send 'em to your maker
I don't care 'bout your opinion, you ain't even got no paper
Damn, I think I got a problem, I just almost popped a hater
I don't even fuck with Bron but I be ballin' like a Laker

[Verse 3: StanWill]
AR go "ba-da-boom", Glock go "ba-da-bop"
I can get you whacked and I ain't buy the block
Ain't no quit up in me, don't know how to stop
All this Hutchie on my neck, the bitches called me Häagen-Dazs
Pull up in that striker, we gon' stop and pop
Doggy chicken little but he talkin' like he got a lot
Left his eyeball in my Mike Amiris how he pocket watch
Bitches like my fragrance, smell like money, 'za, and Baccarat
[Verse 4: TrDee]
Got that hammer on me, shit, I feel like Wreck-It-Ralph
Why your shooter shootin' bricks? They might as well just build a house
You know it's forever up, it's on the floor just like a couch
They ain't havin' their little Backwoods, I had to roll a stout
I don't even play a sport but I be ballin' like I do
If you ain't fuckin' with the gang then I can't even fuck with you
When your back against the wall, I bet you don't know what to do
When you really out here grindin', bet your dreamin' come true

[Verse 5: StanWill]
You a burger, whole gang full of small fries
If I catch my favorite opp, gon' get him hog-tied
Collectin' collars for my bitches 'cause I dog mine
Fuckin' on his BM while his kid was playin' Fall Guys
Put a bitch last, munion first
Doggy couldn't his blickie 'cause I upped one first
Couldn't kick it, brody cup come first
Had to find another glitch because that one run burnt

[Verse 6: TrDee]
We choke dawg out just like Rudy Gobert
I've been ballin' on these n***as, Dee been really on a tear
They like, "Why you show up late?" Because I didn't know what to wear
Either strap your nuts on or better go and get a pair
Better go and get some hustle like Gary Payton
Stop readin' comments, them dick suckers irritatin'
You know I'm the realest, these n***as steady fakin'
Always hatin' on me because I'm a star in the makin', ShittyBoyz