"On The Radar Freestyle" lyrics
Hundred-round drum, shit like some titties
Look at my drip, I got that blicky
Better have the shit 'cause my hands be sticky
Your drug just ripped, the sides be ticklin'
Nigga got fire, this shit mandatory
He rat you out, he told a whole story
This ain't my spot, I can't even afford it
Brother got fire, he gon' put shit in order
Come to my block, this scene a lil' horror
He think he caveman, nigga was Dora
Pop out, anywhere I go, I'm an explorer
Lil' twin got more bullets, he ain't bored of 'em
I snuck my fire and my blick across the border
I was in New York, now I'm in Florida
12 pushed up, they said we can't loiter
At the resort, got my blick on the water
Shit out of line, put shit back in order
Nigga get shot down, shit be horror
Nigga get shot down, shit turn to horror
Lil' twin shoot ya, he ain't got no morals
Check down under rug, the fire under the rug
Sleep with a Glock in the bed, I'm in love
Keep the stick close by, give me a hug
I need the 'za, come fire that shit up
Pop outside, every truck get drived
I got that scope on the top of my fire
You want the smoke, we ain't askin' you why
Shoot your ass down, now you ask for your life
Got in that trap, I ain't even ask for advice
You the easiest kill, easiest strike
Hit an opp across the field, I'm tryna snipe
Put on that black shit, I ain't got no white
Got it from Saks Fifth, ain't see the price
Catch a nigga lackin', that shit excite
Stiff-arm fine shit, she tryna fight
Runnin' through the airport, I missed the flight
Light-skin fine shit, that be the type
Come through the dark, but my Glock got a light
You better not ask me where I'm tryna fight
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—
Haha, haha
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—
You better not ask me where I'm— (Fuck, fuck)
Look at my drip, I got that blicky
Better have the shit 'cause my hands be sticky
Your drug just ripped, the sides be ticklin'
Nigga got fire, this shit mandatory
He rat you out, he told a whole story
This ain't my spot, I can't even afford it
Brother got fire, he gon' put shit in order
Come to my block, this scene a lil' horror
He think he caveman, nigga was Dora
Pop out, anywhere I go, I'm an explorer
Lil' twin got more bullets, he ain't bored of 'em
I snuck my fire and my blick across the border
I was in New York, now I'm in Florida
12 pushed up, they said we can't loiter
At the resort, got my blick on the water
Shit out of line, put shit back in order
Nigga get shot down, shit be horror
Nigga get shot down, shit turn to horror
Lil' twin shoot ya, he ain't got no morals
Check down under rug, the fire under the rug
Sleep with a Glock in the bed, I'm in love
Keep the stick close by, give me a hug
I need the 'za, come fire that shit up
Pop outside, every truck get drived
I got that scope on the top of my fire
You want the smoke, we ain't askin' you why
Shoot your ass down, now you ask for your life
Got in that trap, I ain't even ask for advice
You the easiest kill, easiest strike
Hit an opp across the field, I'm tryna snipe
Put on that black shit, I ain't got no white
Got it from Saks Fifth, ain't see the price
Catch a nigga lackin', that shit excite
Stiff-arm fine shit, she tryna fight
Runnin' through the airport, I missed the flight
Light-skin fine shit, that be the type
Come through the dark, but my Glock got a light
You better not ask me where I'm tryna fight
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—
Haha, haha
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—
You better not ask me where I'm— (Fuck, fuck)
