On The Radar Freestyle (PART 2) lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse]
She said she don't need a lot, just a lil' bit
She gon' call me handy man how I'm drillin' it
I thought that she was celibate
Now we f*ckin' on the low and I ain't tellin' sh*t, I don't mention it
Face card, told that b*tch my name was Jake from State Farm
I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt
Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my c*ck hard
Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer a rockstar
Knock, knock, bae, I'm at your door with my forty
She said, "Why you stressin', n*gga? You was just ignorin' me"
Girl, your n*gga corny, just call me when you horny
Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me
I said, "I wish it's more of you
But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move"
I'm in the stu', girl, my process is impeccable
Likе, check the views, n*gga, who thеy really listen to?
n*gga, me and you
She said her bag is [?] 'fore she go on any trip
I thought she was a dime, but she be on some penny sh*t
I pulled up in a Caddy, don't know what Suburban is
I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids
But f*ck it, make a order, got my thirty servin' sh*t
Girl, I don't want your love, but thank you for your services
I been through way too much, and that sh*t hurt me permanent, like
Big bro pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it
I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh
Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans
She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands
Uh, them n*ggas fake, don't need no friends
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[Part II]

[Verse]
Been in my feelings a little
'Posed to pass, I don't know why I dribble
Said she love me, I'm stuck in the middle
Not my b*tch, but we f*ckin' a little
Back door, I gotta watch how I walk
I ain't regular, watch how you talk
Take that sh*t off 'cause I put that sh*t on
How the f*ck is you wrong and strong?
Don't give me love, baby, that ain't for me
You was in the house like Cory
I was outside with nines and forties
I was tryna— look
I was outside, tryna get up with opps
Make a movie, but this ain't a prop
My heart big, but it been through a lot
Lil' b*tch, let me tackle the box
Keep it low, I ain't makin' it hot
Girl, you bad, you gon' shake up the spot
And these b*tches gon' stay with a, uh
And these n*ggas gon' stay with a smile
Like, girl, what's your favorite song?
Let me see your favorite thong
I'm high as sh*t, on bro
I might destroy my favorite bone
But, nah, we don't do those
I hit a opp, you hit a opp, we yellin' Kudos
I'm tryna take this sh*t to Mars, n*gga, Bruno
And, baby, you know I'm a boss, call me [Yuno?]
Call me— Look
She want Chanel, Dior, Dior
Said she worth it, baby, is you sure?
Would you love me if sh*t go wrong?
Would you love me if I go poor?
Top floor in my [?], tryna make a movie, damn
Brand new chopper shooting sh*t, same size as Lil Uzi
Uh, that lil' freaky cutie, she like, "Show me your booty"
She said, "It's yours truly," she got me all [?]
Lil' bro a j*rk, he pop a Perc', he on the f*ckin' moon
Almost shot my own mans, he wouldn't f*ckin' move
These b*tches pick and choose, swipe and skip with different dudes
I took some L's, but I'm still winnin', don't get sh*t confused, damn