"On The Radar" Freestyle 2

[Intro] So, okay, you wanna see some macho shit? I'm the most macho nigga out here, I'm the most- I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here (Stupid) I'm the whole–, I have no motherfuckin' 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 niggas represent a threat Dunka' owe me some money Ayy, ayy, mhm, yeah, know how the fuck I'm comin', nigga [Verse 1] Ayy, ayy, you niggas know I'm with the shit 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 Niggas talk likе a small problem, but I'm a big issue Lil' nigga, skinny as shit, 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' nigga, we don't type shit, slidin' with that dog on that boy He feel like Mike Vick, ridin' with that– He tryna bite shit, yeah, he on that– He on that Mike tee, "Papi, boy, you rollin' off that–" Yeah, bitch, 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., bitch, 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 Bitch, 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 niggas broke, cock blowers Fuck wrong with you niggas? Get up off my dick Get up out my business, push that hoe up out my mix I'm off the Perc', I'm off the Yerc', bitch, I'm high as shit I'm off the Perc', might hit the curve, I'm tryna fly this bitch I'm tryna slide this bitch, I'm tryna slide 'til I see blood Why they keep hidin' in? These niggas talkin' on the 'Gram, but outside, I'm outside, these niggas 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 shit, huh I know they mad, and they don't like me for shit It's a button on the back, boy, I ain't fightin' for shit If I wink at your hoe, best say, "Goodnight" to your bitch I slide off some super–, pff, I slide off some supercharged All you niggas stupid fraud I cross over, then, boom, like a shootin' guard I cross over, then–, like a–, yeah Bitch, I'm in that kitchen, like the new LeBron Sixty on a–, yeah, bitch, Papi got the newest arm Aude' P on me, bitch, I'm coolin' with the newest charm Boy–, pfft, she said she–, aight, cool, bitch, I'm movin' on Block her number then switch to go get the newest phone Pfft, where I lay my hat, bitch, that's my home And what you need, nigga? 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 Fuck all the talkin', I don't care, none of that, it's the–, yeah Come on, like, what? [Verse 4] Ew, niggas talkin' like they killers I'll–, hell nah, he ain't with us Bitch, 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 bitches who love twerkin', pop Perc', and gettin' booted For the youngins who ain't got no damn ambition For that young nigga who got a .31 inside his kitchen For that young nigga who ain't got no Jordans, but he gon' get 'em For that one nigga who don't know how to work, so he gon' go and stick some' For that one nigga who gon' get back for his mans, 'cause them niggas played For that one nigga who gon' jump out with that 'K, and shoot broad day Boy, I do this for them niggas 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 Shit Records, man, the top dog, man It's me, man, opps–, niggas is doin' bad, man Niggas is livin' with your bitch, your bitch–, your bitch kickin' you out every other week You can't put–, you can't even put yo' heat past seventy-five If your bitch–, if you come home and ain't no food in the microwave, gang, you assed out for the night 'Cause, your bitch ain't cookin' you no food, you broke ass, sca–, you fake scammin' niggas You niggas 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 fuck with us at all Nigga, we unfuckwith-able, we can't be fuckin' stopped, nigga Before Khaled, nigga, before all them niggas, nigga We was them, I'm him, word to my mother, nigga, word to bro, nigga Like, what the fuck?