“On The Radar” Freestyle 2 lyrics

[Intro]
So, okay, you wanna see some macho sh*t?
I'm the most macho n*gga out here, I'm the most-
I thought you n*ggas knew, I'm the most thuggish n*gga out here (Stupid)
I'm the whole–, I have no motherf*ckin' fear, I have no fear
I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I'll do anything to protect and feed my family
And these n*ggas represent a threat
Dunka' owe me some money
Ayy, ayy, mhm, yeah, know how the f*ck I'm comin', n*gga

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, you n*ggas know I'm with the sh*t
Brodie tried to–, he came straight off the bench
Broad day, face shot, we ain't doin' no attempts
We hit you and who you with, that's what hе get
He shouldn't have been with you
n*ggas talk likе a small problem, but I'm a big issue
Lil' n*gga, skinny as sh*t, but he gotta big pistol
I jumped out that car, frrt-fow, I get right with you
Leave yo' ass bleedin' on the pavement
Bet' watch what you say before you say it
Lil' n*gga, we don't type sh*t, slidin' with that dog on that boy
He feel like Mike Vick, ridin' with that–
He tryna bite sh*t, yeah, he on that–
He on that Mike tee, "Papi, boy, you rollin' off that–"
Yeah, b*tch, I might be
[Interlude]
Pistol on my hip, mhm
Know me, I really be–, you know, hol' on, let me sip real quick

[Verse 2]
It hit different
Sixty for a A.P., b*tch, my wrist different
You know me, I walk in, handle big business
I bought seven houses, renovated six kitchens
You know I been in it
b*tch, know I been whippin', before Jay-Z and Bun
I was a big spender, and was a big pimper
And a big sender, I'ma shot–, shh, I'ma shot thrower
You n*ggas broke, c*ck blowers
f*ck wrong with you n*ggas? Get up off my di*k
Get up out my business, push that hoe up out my mix
I'm off the Perc', I'm off the Yerc', b*tch, I'm high as sh*t
I'm off the Perc', might hit the curve, I'm tryna fly this b*tch
I'm tryna slide this b*tch, I'm tryna slide 'til I see blood
Why they keep hidin' in?
These n*ggas talkin' on the 'Gram, but outside, I'm outside, these n*ggas quiet men
And all they baby momma houses' exactly where they hidin' in

[Interlude]
There's some more of the beat left, right? Aight
Word to bro
[Verse 3]
Pshh, chain icy as sh*t, huh
I know they mad, and they don't like me for sh*t
It's a button on the back, boy, I ain't fightin' for sh*t
If I wink at your hoe, best say, "Goodnight" to your b*tch
I slide off some super–, pff, I slide off some supercharged
All you n*ggas stupid fraud
I cross over, then, boom, like a shootin' guard
I cross over, then–, like a–, yeah
b*tch, I'm in that kitchen, like the new LeBron
Sixty on a–, yeah, b*tch, Papi got the newest arm
Aude' P on me, b*tch, I'm coolin' with the newest charm
Boy–, pfft, she said she–, aight, cool, b*tch, I'm movin' on
Block her number then switch to go get the newest phone
Pfft, where I lay my hat, b*tch, that's my home
And what you need, n*gga? You know I got it for the low
Brodie a throat slitter, as soon as I say the word, you gotta go
He might up it and blow somethin', we might roll you then smoke somethin'

[Interlude]
Nah, you gotta loop the beat, gang
You gotta loop the beat, like, you gotta loop the beat
f*ck all the talkin', I don't care, none of that, it's the–, yeah
Come on, like, what?

[Verse 4]
Ew, n*ggas talkin' like they killers
I'll–, hell nah, he ain't with us
b*tch, I do this for the scammers, for the robbers, for the dealers
For the–, pfft, for them dirty ass babies in the trenches
For the mommas and the daddies who be smokin', who be shootin'
For the b*tches who love twerkin', pop Perc', and gettin' booted
For the youngins who ain't got no damn ambition
For that young n*gga who got a .31 inside his kitchen
For that young n*gga who ain't got no Jordans, but he gon' get 'em
For that one n*gga who don't know how to work, so he gon' go and stick some'
For that one n*gga who gon' get back for his mans, 'cause them n*ggas played
For that one n*gga who gon' jump out with that 'K, and shoot broad day
Boy, I do this for them n*ggas that just like me
Standin' on that block, Amiri jeans, dirty white tee
Got dope in my nuts, I got dope in my sneaks
Momma said, "Where he at?" mom, I'm right where I'm supposed to be
I'm gettin' money, I gotta do it, I'll make somethin' happen
[Outro]
Like, word to bro
I'm off this, man, I ain't gon keep–, know what I'm sayin'?
Word to bro
Yeah, man, Dog sh*t Records, man, the top dog, man
It's me, man, opps–, n*ggas is doin' bad, man
n*ggas is livin' with your b*tch, your b*tch–, your b*tch kickin' you out every other week
You can't put–, you can't even put yo' heat past seventy-five
If your b*tch–, if you come home and ain't no food in the microwave, gang, you assed out for the night
'Cause, your b*tch ain't cookin' you no food, you broke ass, sca–, you fake scammin' n*ggas
You n*ggas is–, the opps is down bad, by a landslide, they ain't gettin' back
They not standin' on business, they not doin' nothin', they can't f*ck with us at all
n*gga, we unf*ckwith-able, we can't be f*ckin' stopped, n*gga
Before Khaled, n*gga, before all them n*ggas, n*gga
We was them, I'm him, word to my mother, n*gga, word to bro, n*gga
Like, what the f*ck?