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Rental Cars (RADARADA)

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Lyrics
(Crackhouse)

(Chino, what's in your cup?)

(Who the hell is Carlo?)

Late night stalkin'

We outside your house

And it's too late for talkin'

Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him

Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'

Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'

We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars

I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars

Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars

High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars

Booted up, no steel-toes

I catch you outside with your b***h

I ain't sparin' shit, we kill hoes

You know we sneak-disser K, yeah, bitch, we kill those

I'm big 26K, that's what I'll kill for, n***a

I tote guns in real life, not just on a Triller

Bitch, I belong in the zoo, I'm a real gorilla

I take Percs on the daily, I'm a pop-piller

Ooh, I meant pill-popper

When I'm 'round a bad bitch, I get real proper

In the SRT, just kissed the curb, had to hit the throttle

In love with lean, I might f*ck around and drink it out the bottle

Get too high, then I go retarded, start sayin', "Radarada"

I be with some dread head killers, yeah! Them rasta-rastas

We don't tote s**t but chopper-choppers

My big brother a noodle knocker

Ah, ah, ah, ah

You know we-, you-

I hate when niggas act like we ain't known for-

Late night stalkin'

We outside your house

And it's too late for talkin'

Tried to spin, we hit with FNs, know we had to park him

Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'

Catch him with his friends, rrah! That's what you get for walkin'

We ride 'round in five-percent tint on the rental cars

I been geeked up, mixin' Percocet with Xanax bars

Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars

High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars

Just got off the phone with my n***a Foreign talkin' 'bout them M's

Niggas know we kill shit, won't spare him when I see him

I'd hate to be my opps, I swear to God, wouldn't wanna be 'em

The bro so motherfuckin' heartless, he'll murder a n***a BM

Rrah, rrah, rrah

Big 26K shit, n***a

You feel me?

Rental Cars (RADARADA) by Li Rye - Lyrics & Covers