Rocco - On The Radar (Freestyle) lyrics
[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 sluts in it (whoo)
It's a numbers game
I light up the world when I stage it
Her legs behind her head
She say it's 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 scrape
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 bitches fucked 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
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 sluts in it (whoo)
It's a numbers game
I light up the world when I stage it
Her legs behind her head
She say it's 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 scrape
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 bitches fucked 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