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on the radar freestyle - dcg brothers lyrics

[intro: dcg shun]
(bolegs, this you?)
(like, foxwhyyousogodly, cuz?)
turn me up a little bit in the headphones, just a little bit
alright, look (go)

[verse: dcg shun & dcg bsavv]
i say, hop out the v, i know some young n*ggas hawk sh*t down and do it for free (do it for free)
my heart pure, when he come back, i’m still gon’ pay for catchin’ a beat (look)
i’m tryna get all these n*ggas gone before a n*gga think ’bout catchin’ me (i am)
i rather call yo’ b*tch sis before she think ’bout f*cking me (go)
i been smart, i ain’t have to drop out, i just love cars and the way i can hop out (i can hop out)
he wanna hang, it’s just me and gang inside my circle, them n*ggas gettin’ boxed out (boxed up)
on my son, i make me a call, a call or two, a n*gga gettin’ poppеd now (gang)
i feel like scott, wherevеr i’m at, i got on my chains, these b*tches’ll rock out (show somethin’)
n*ggas gettin’ boxed in, n*ggas gettin’ boxed out
drummer high died, them n*ggas ain’t pop out (on god)
i’m talkin’ ’bout west, if you doing ten and you see the police, tell ’em just lock down (okay)
i’m tryna go corporate and get off this gang sh*t, n*ggas just got me all on my hot side (word)
n*ggas just got me all on my head, i know i’m a gangster, i can’t keep my head down (gangster)
he said a n*gga shot him and he had a fade, bro, that wasn’t me ’cause i got dreads now (on god)
i would’ve—, but sh*t, he dead now
if i got mine, i’m lettin’ off every round
i won up to eat with n*ggas who hungry, bro, i’m good, ’cause i’m fed now (broke ass)
i seen my ex, i pulled up, sped off (yeah), threw a lil’ money and told her head out (ah*ha, b*tch)
uh, uh, i’m stickin’ and movin’, i keep my head up, uh (i keep it up)
i’m taking his ho, then taking her out, then puttin’ her leg up (word)
you n*ggas rockin’ these s5’s, talkin’ ’bout vs, boy, i’m fed up (i’m fed up)
i know we ain’t have it back then, i got it now (now), i got my bread up, uh (cha*ching)
n*ggas ain’t never seen choppa sh*lls inside a handgun (uh, grrah)
i paid too much for this jacket for you to scratch it, b*tch, your friend drunk, uh (ho, get back)
he thinkin’ he cool like we ain’t spin it, boy, you’ll get fanned up (fanned what?)
i’m puttin’ this sh*t on like a baby (yeah), i’ll go crazy and throw me a tantrum, uh (wha*wha)
she got a head, but she went to college (uh) and now she a dancer, uh (uh, she is?)
she puttin’ it on me, i can’t control it and i’m puttin’ my hands on her (woah)
she’ll get one flight, only for one night, if she don’t f*ck, then i’ma abandon her (yeah, yeah)
i’m bustin’ moves, baby, i’m a boss, don’t ask me sh*t ’bout my propaganda, uh (uh, for real)
if i couldn’t f*ck with you back then, then i’ma unfriend her (oh, yeah)
her name is straight, they can’t take sh*t up off her plate, plus she got manners (ooh, she new)
i drove to houston to pick up hannah and got on a plane and went to atlanta (you know i’m gone)
you know she love me, i drop off gifts (uh) and pick up bills like my name santa (ho, ho, ho)

- dcg brothers lyrics

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