On The Radar First Hour Out Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Dawg sh*t Records
Real Rx
Big drug rich, the real one
Uh

[Verse 1]
Just came home, bought a new pendant
Know how you feel when it’s n*ggas saying you finished
They slid masked up, they don’t know who did it
A hundred round drum, this b*tch’ll shoot a few minutes
n*gga, we ain’t have dreams of getting Bugattis
Cuzm just beat an attempt, then caught a new body
They tryna hit my youngin’ with like 25
He jumped out broad day, shot ‘em 20 times
A quarter brick of raw; that’s what the Carti’ cost
He ran down on ‘em and made ‘em take the Carti’ off
I was in the prison yard, making prison calls
This b*tch don’t answer two times and shе gon’ p*ss me off
I got’ smoke five sticks just to еase my mind
It must be glue with my Glock, cause it won’t leave my side
Shout out my n*gga Stew, he the living truth
If it was a stove in here now, I’d make him cook a deuce
If the stove don’t work then use the microwave
I had to pay my mom bills, f*ck Michael J’s
I slide the door back, shoot with the micro Drac’
Ayo, I really played corners with bundles of raw
Bundles of grams, halves of slabs stuck in my draws
Ducking the law, clutching the rod
Ready to—, pft, up it and—, pft, ah
[Interlude]
Hold on yo, hold on
Y’all could keep going?
A’ight f*ck it, hold on
Uh, yeah
Hold on
This is for my n*gga Fade man
Long live then boys man
f*ck outta here

[Verse 2]
I’m from the, bottom of bottoms
Grittiest of grittiest
Tommy’ll spot ‘em, miss me with the silly sh*t
Papi, he got ‘em
Wrist froze, really lit
Masi’ I’m sliding
Kick goal, iffy sh*t
Big Glock on my waist, keep my pants down
Put your hands up, before it be a man down
I’ll have a stand-off with ‘em ‘fore I stand down
I hand grams out and still break grams down

[Interlude]
Yo, you can’t run the beat back?
Hold on, you can’t—
Yeah, yeah
f*ck that, hold on
I got more n*gga
These n*ggas wildin’
What, n*gga?
f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout man, listen, yo
[Verse 3]
I was just in prison with the lifers, n*gga
I just beat a n*gga ass, on Rikers n*gga
Lot of n*ggas talk sh*t, but they don’t like it n*gga
Got the—, pff
Switch on the glick
They like Papi really sick as a b*tch, I’m
Sick as it get, and I been on some sh*t
I paid half a brick of the sniff for my wrist
I paid a whole brick of some sh*t I could—, pff
Ayo, a whole stick out the clip, it’ll flip
The biggest truck, I’m still that n*gga
And I don’t give a f*ck
Slide the door back, turn a n*gga brains
Into a doormat

[Outro]
Ah, yo f*ck it, cmon
We done, f*ck it, psh
Dawg sh*t Records, man
Real Rx, man
Love live them boys
Free them boys
Big drug rich, the realest, the real one n*gga
It’s me, I’m him, I’m not them
I’m Him Jones
I’m—, I’m Him Duncan
I will beat a n*gga ass and stomp em in my Himberlands
I been him, I’ma always be him
I’ma stay him, I’m not them
You understand me?