rocco – on the radar (freestyle) lyrics
ha+ha+ha
shoutout wayne, shoutout gabe
we in new york with it
lemme talk to ’em
rocco (sheesh, yeah)
don’t forget the double c (yeah)
we all know that tucci the goat
that’s why i had lou flip this lil beat
who really puttin’ on for the east?
who really this turnt at nineteen?
in the lamb truck, me and pete
i’m up a ticket thanks to you and g
gallery hoodie and gallery pants its paint splatter on the front of it
cash with me and reid brought a army colored fn with a drum in it
the cuban got some vegan cuts in it
and i know some women that need humblin’
i pull up the top like the government
big body got atleast five sl+ts in it (whoo)
it’s a numbers game, i light up the world when i stage it
her legs behind her head, she say its the first time she ain’t fake it
ain’t the first time that i heard that
it’s up and it’s stuck, i ain’t goin back
moncler and a philly cap
it’s a big wolf in a small pack (yeah)
can’t take it for granted
it’s going the way that i planned it
and she talkin’ freaky to me on this flight
so i took her down when i landed
she know i’m young, rich, and handsome
and he don’t what thirty bands is
i am not one of these lil tiktok ass kids doin’ them dances
i write all of my songs, play guitar, and piano
while they trying to pull up into a track
and i’m with the steppers so i find it funny when they say i gotta watch who’s back?
you said you bouta get on who’s ass?
boul you lost and you ain’t got no motion
he ain’t signed to that label, they own him
i don’t need a budget migo got [?] (haha)
yeah, i was lit before i wrote a verse
fifteen outside of kop i’m tryna scr+pe some dollars for a polo shirt
migo found me dirty broke and hurt
and put the bread up before he knew it worked
and now the moneys clean and like the money team we gotta hit em where we know it hurts (sheesh)
so many monclers i’m starting to look like a trust fund
i’m sorry honey this ain’t daddy’s money
yeah interscope threw me this lumpsum
might pull up to delilah for fun fun
and bring up margot robbie as my plus+one
casamigos in the cup cup
gettin’ all these little b+tches f+cked up
i leveled up
bro keep a stick in the tesla
if i need some drip i hit tella up
[?] do it better than anyone
yeah, keep the pressure up
factory, yeah that’s how the bezel come
in the back of the rolls playing tetris
i’m with [?] talkin’ business, etcetera
way before the bibby cosign
way before i made a hundred thousand
hundred thousand like ten more times
before i was sleeping on stories
man sticking to myself might even go [?]
look how i made it rappin’
right before i snapped it was forth to the goal line
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