On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

by

Luh Tyler



[Intro]
(I'd really like to use cash)
Yeah, n*gga, ayy
For sure, n*gga (b*tch)
Yeah, let's go
Phew, phew

[Verse]
How we chillin' at the top but we came up from the bottom?
You ain't tryna get no cash, n*gga, that's a problem
"Tyler why you always snap on beats but never drop 'em?"
You talkin' 'bout them Benjamin, b*tch, you know I got 'em (Plugg)
We gon' get them Benjamin's, go get them blue strips
Take your b*tch for a trip, she wet like a cruise ship
Yeah, Tallahassee, 850, know that's what I rep
I drop heat on the beat, make you hit the two-step
Yeah, hit the two-step, n*gga
'Member when they slept, n*gga
Yeah, I be swimmin' in that money, Michael Phelps, n*gga
Yeah, gas in my blunt, top shelf, n*gga
Know I cook up on the beat like a chef, n*gga
Ayy, I be spittin' real sh*t but I don't think they heard me
And my b*tches real thick, no, they don't need no surgery (b*tch)
Ball on a f*ck n*gga, 23 my jersey
Three shows, that's a thirty, n*gga, Stephen Curry
Yeah, ran that bag up quick and I wasn't in no hurry
Turn the beat up, I'm in New York, make a b*tch get sturdy
Yeah, I'ma make it happen, b*tch, it ain't no worry
Man, these n*gga just be cappin', they ain't seen no 30 (Plugg)
Yeah, look inside my cup and you gon' see that dirty
Yeah, mm, and you gon' see that dirty
I been smokin' so much gas, it got me speakin' slurry
Wake up early, wake and bake, I'm chiefin' with the birdies
Yeah, man, I hear the birds tweetin'
Lame n*ggas hatin' on me, they be havin' nerd meetings
Yeah, we gon' run that bag up and ball every season
Step out, cause a scene, they want a pic every time they see me, n*gga
[Outro]
Phew, phew, skii
Mm-mm-mm
For sure (b*tch)
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