"On The Radar (Freestyle) (PART 2)" lyrics

From the Golden Acres projects
I was a bad lil kid
I be wanting my baby to do my adlibs
That was my last bitch
JG Wentworth need my cash bitch
We came from rags to this
So much snipers in the magic
You smell like catfish
Mama had heard me on the radio
Then she start shedding tears
Remember when we ain't have no ceiling fan
Now we got chandelier
Now the sweater I'm rocking cashmere
I'm fucking the cashier
Say I made so much money last year (ain't it)
Got Harry Kotler on my whole ear
You niggas so weird
Tell my son grab me a cold beer
Don't touch my bowl of pills
I changed my mind okay go grab the pills!
White bitch bald head look like Brittney Spears!
I be sniping baby John Deere
Don't get yo dawg killed
Got the jack delivered to the crib
Aye Cardi B grab the wheel
I be flipping when I'm hitting moves
And scraping residue
On dem jiggas call me jigga boo
I fucked around wrecked the coupe
Smoking flocka
You a Nancy Pooh
Aye say go pass the boot
I don't do no flagging
Nigga I been the truth
I keep me a pack of soup
Getting this chicken
Cock-a-doodle doo
Cock it then you shoot
I'm in the club bopping with the crew
Rocking with the woot
Got the whole Dania in the loop
Duval Incahoots
You my favorite swoo
You my fav
You my favorite swoop
Mulsanne baby blue
Let me find out you be saving boo
Told this bitch you better not cheat on me
Got 9 millimeter on me
M.O.B
I'm a big ol Z
L.M.N.O.P
Nigga be steady be talking what they gone do
Okay we gone see!

[*mumble raps to close out*]