RADIOACTIVE Lyrics

She said this a bop

Watch em' flock

While I swang with my crew

Got this shit on lock

Try to block

You'll get mopped

When I shoot

I've been putting up the points

Man my joints need a break

I don't lose

(I never do it)

Back to back MVP

So my team let me lead

I'm no fluke

It's so technical homie

I'm no vegetable

Working I'm on schedule

Learning with every lesson

Man earning is so pleasurable

I really bring the danger

Soul taker; toe tagging feet; it's 'bout an acre

These rappers manufactured, I'll make sure you meet your maker

On the field killing niggas like bro that played for the Gators

Homie I do it major

These rappers like C minor

She wanted her pussy killed (quilt)

We got rowdy like Roddy Piper

Lover boy to the core

So I wonder if I should wife her

Perspective is only clear cuz I'm using my shield wipers

Homie I'm still nicer

Tour bus tit signer

Robust cliff climber

The Lone road hitchhiker

I'm

Never in the mood to talk to these niggas

I'm offing these niggas

No guns homie, I scoff at a trigger

Cross a defender

The only time they rap's in December

Get packed in the blender

My heart is filled with passion and vigor

She said this a bop

Watch em' flock when I swang with my crew

Got this shit on lock

Try to block

You'll get mopped

When I shoot

I've been putting up the points

Man my joints need a break

I don't lose

(I never do it)

Back to back MVP

So my team let me lead

I'm no fluke

My potential's got me stacking up credentials

This curriculum got me sounding official

Studied film now I use that knowledge for visuals

No cap and gown so I'm not capping take it literal.

Cuz learning's pivotal

Just like your vitamins and minerals

Not only digital, my music touch you in the physical

Form

Girl that _____ warm

Blocking numbers cuz the texts coming by the swarm

They hit me when I'm touring

My room look like a dorm

I'm getting booked like a crook

Man, I'm really scoring

You rappers sounding like elote

Just pass me the corn

Mas Chile

I'm in Chile in some short shorts

You niggas dorks

You Never win you just a poor sport

Motorsport how I'm moving

You still rocking jorts

I record now it's bumping like some f- warts

I'm on the court, these kids are doing chores

She said this a bop

Watch em' flock when I swang with my crew

Got this shit on lock

Try to block

You'll get mopped

When I shoot

I've been putting up the points

Man my joints need a break

I don't lose

(I never do it)

Back to back MVP

So my team let me lead

I'm no fluke