Lyrics
If you're not fucking with Radicule kid
Then you're just another bitch
I ain't even know you hit record my g
Shietttt, you see it
Gold in the face, right time right place
You feel me
Type shit, for real
(The fuck is in this cup)
Ayo, yo, yo, but, but listen
(Yao yao yao)
To the bum ass niggas leaving yo shawty out here to get spoiled
Best not miss next time, cause this how I got her
And this how Ima have her
Gather round
(Got no motion in this bitch, for real)
First ima break her spine
Then ima feed her mind
You think that fine shyt yours
That fine shyt really mine
She spun the block
Right place right time
Callin' me Cade Cunningham
The way I'm dishin' out dimes
(Let's get into it)
I'm like Osmosis Jones
You a germ that need to get gone
You let em roam
Shawty know where it's really home
Lavender fragrance oils
Singin' like she LaToya
Yeah, you left ya shawty out here
Then she busy gettin spoiled
(Tell em Rad)
They got me in my bag
I ain't finna lie bout that
Niggas liabilities
And I'm still bringing back the pack
Ayo, don't lose yo shawty to the nigga in IT
I could tell you gone lose you bish
Don't need no ChatGPT
(Yeah)
The nice nigga really mean
I'ma get deep, I'm hittin' her spleen
Gettin' her downright nauseous
You got every right to be cautious
Way I'm talkin
I feel like Christopher Walken
King of New York, type shit
Nah lemme stop before the bitch fits
Yeahh
Yeahh
Nigga
Nigga
I told her, I told her
I told her, I told her
Ima keep it G
Shawty, I need the coochie
(You singin' ass muhhfucka, okay)
Raddy's world
You can't leaveee
Ima keep it G
Shawty, I need the coochie
All the way live, for the year 2025
Radicule, the Rad Dad
Tucking ya crush into bed, ya dig
You must be outta your god damn mind
God, Radicule, you cheffed the shit outta this