Soroin - Off the Radar

Man these niggas off the radar
We tryna get a lambo, do the dash in that fast car
We gone run down in his house, blow his body back, knock off his face his off
Don’t know what to after high school so just pray that i just takeoff
Wit my migos like i’m takeoff
We cut that nigga in half like dat nigga wearin crop tops
Momma told me get da bag cuz yk the grind gonna pay offf
You niggas ballin like rookies, we ballin like it’s the playoffs
Tryna get a fucking bag wit my mf niggas
Might run it up in saks, when my pockets getting bigger
And i’ll know that my brodie’s good , if they getting 6 figures
Don’t wanna go walking barefoot, so i put louie on my slippers
How the fuck you do me wrong you lost out on the realest
Now I know u not one to grind wit me and get these millions
Shoutout my nigga 33, but I ain't talking bout' Pippen
Just like a rat, I like my cheese
But you will never hear me snitchin
Yeah!
Nigga I just started it’s no way that can stop now
Feel like Jimmy Hendrix by the way that I just rock out
I do not pay no mind to these haters I just block out
Shoutout to YB can’t wait to get the foreign and take the top off
And u claim that hoe is loyal it’s my line she be callin
It’s no way you cuffed her but she be on my page stalking
Better watch over yo back cuz we gone catch yo ass walkin
23 should be on all on my back the way I be balling
You know we know that we got yo hoe
Now she all up in my room bent over touching toes
That lil bitch was basic till we put designer on her toes
I don’t not want that lil hoe so I just pass it to my bro
It be da hating niggas that be tryna start up all the drama
I’m gone be rich wit out a 9-5 I put that on my mama
She said lil Sosa you so cold, I swear im hotter than a sauna
Fairly Odd Parents, she grant my wishes that lil bitch is Wanda
Tryna get a fucking bag wit my motherfuckin niggas
Might run it up in saks, when my pockets getting bigger
And i’ll know that my brodie’s good , if they getting 6 figures
Don’t wanna go walking barefoot, so I put louie on my slippers
How the fuck you do me wrong, you lost out on the realest
Now I know u not one to grind wit me and get these millions
Shoutout my nigga 33, but I ain't talking bout' Pippen
Just like a rat, I like my cheese
But you will never hear me snitchin
Yeah!

Written by:
Sospeter Muigai

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