On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro] Hold on, uh Hold on Look [Verse 1] It's a wrap when I get in my zone Start bitchin', they play with that boy and he clickin' Smack a nigga like Will, I ain't had me a Smith & I was tryna bag it and flip it Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches They don't love me, they lovin' the riches Had to chill, I was movin' too vicious I date a fresh one, I don't need two bitches Brand new glizzy, I make it extend Slip once, I ain't fallin' again Cut you off, we ain't talkin' again And I came in a Lamb', but I left in a Benz Fuck it up, I was born to win Back then, I just feel I was born to spin If I up it, he goin' again I told him, "Go get it," he do it again Let me stop, I been focused on money Uh, 'cause mama ain't raise no dummy I do this for days, I was broke and bummy Had a gun, I ain't had no honey I slid on the jakеs that day they got on me Wherе I'm from, you get shot by your homie Where I'm from, you can't hang, you don't know me You gotta move tac' when you slide on your doley [Interlude] Lil' bro used to hop out the, uh Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, uh Wait, look [Verse 2] Uh, baby, I'm back, for real Uh, I'm movin' tac' for real "What's that?" Girl, that's a strap, for real Don't lack, that's how you get killed But you ain't gotta be in the field You could go to school and be real You got a nine-to-five? So what? Tell them niggas you could pay bills Fuck it, I'm livin' life like I love it Sometimes I just wanna dub it Shorty a eater, I ain't tryna cuff it What you talkin'? Soundin' like rubbish I don't like parties, I don't like clubbin' If I go, then the Glock comin' Uh, if I go, then the, uh Gotta watch who you call your girl Gotta watch who you call your mans Lil' nigga, the world is yours Make some money then do it again She tryna play, don't want you to win It's gon' hurt when you fuckin' her friend You should ask her where she wanna cry In the Lamb' or up in the bed? Heard the feds all up on my head They say that we let it off and we fled You think Sleepy gon' tell on the gang? I'm like, "Nigga, I'd rather be dead" Like, fuck it, I'd rather be gone Don't forget who was puttin' you on Had your chance but you took too long Like I gotta chill, can't do too wrong Like, like, baby, I'm not one of them Kiss and tell, we ain't fuckin' again He a rat, I can't trust him again If he snitch once, he be snitchin' again Body different, I said it again I been goin', I'm clippin' my ends They like, "Sleepy, you did it a—", uh They like, "Sleepy, you did it again"