D$M On The Radar CYPHER lyrics

[Intro]
(Meech)

[Verse 1: T Bone]
Give a opp nightmares like I'm Freddy Krueger
I'm makin' money on my CPU and I got a couple users
Just took your b*tch out and she pull my di*k out
If I pull the chopper out, let's see who gon' throw a fist now
Doggie got a couple thousand thinkin' he a rich guy
How the f*ck you don't got no money, but you get high?
Spend thirty on my VVS, you wearin' SIs
Chop bullets hit his body up, knocked out his insides
Doggie askin' did I f*ck his b*tch, I did it ten times
Even though this b*tch fire, I'm still not gon' spend a dime
I'm gettin' money layin' down, bustin' down the time
I can hear his watch tick-tick-tickin', think it got a bomb

[Verse 2: Fordio]
Just pushed twice, I'm tryna push again before midnight
I find it crazy, if I don't sip a deuce, then I don't feel right
You n*ggas lazy, boy, get in the field, see what the risk like
Got used to the wrist, been in the field, I live a jugg life
Got out the mud and there's mud in my Sprite
Been on the run for a couple months, sh*t, all I know is swipe
I still get busy with the punch, but it's the drugs I fight
Run it up and put it up, hope you take my advice, you know?
Don't be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
Don't be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
Don't be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
Don't be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
[Verse 3: MJPAID]
We got pints in for the low, b*tches f*ckin' on the low
Couple bands on your head and we gon' pay her for the lo'
Sixty blues in my denim, damn near feelin' like a loc
"You so slimy," yeah, I know, we got maggy, don't approach
I'm on camera in this style sh*t, I might strike a pose
I be quick to let her go, no, I don't fight with hoes
And I know a couple n*ggas don't know right from wrong
I like his b*tch, 'cause I swear she got the trifest dome
Off of mud, slurrin' words in my microphone
Exotic 'bows, soon as he heard the price, it's sold
The scams flow, sh*t, I get it in and get it gone
I'm not trippin' how I go, all this sh*t is real

[Verse 4: Beannskii]
Yeah, okay
Skinny Black n*gga, I craft the rock like Bo Bo
Any threat to the Militia get your ass smoked
Turtle Pie and dead n*ggas the only thing I roll
b*tch, the chopper tweak a n*gga, he hit the red nose
You know Bean a sleaze, I'm sugar-free to these damn hoes
I'm geekin' off these drugs, I'm tryna get higher
When I mask up, see redrum like Michael Myers
The chopper steam his tee like he fresh out the dryer
My shooter ready to crash, he love that gun fire
I done did it on my own, all I do is trap
I bet my roster let that chop spit like Crunchy Black
My unky hit your unky with that, you can't get him back
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
We on the radar like they finna send a cluster strike
Believin' anything the b*tch'll tell you, you still trust her, right?
Yeah, I heard his last song, that b*tch hard on mute
Young as hell, ballin' for the blues, you'd think I start on Duke
Hit her with the rizz then I hit her with the jizz
Drop some Wock', watch it fizz, get him popped like a quiz
Standin' on top the biz, dress shoes and the socks
Free lil' cuddy, caught him with the pressed blues and some rocks
Victorious, I got the paper stacked up tall as Wembenyama
Negotiatin' prices with Carlito over enchiladas
Counted through five hundred thousand pesos 'fore I left mi casa
Cut the traction off and do the foolie in an empty plaza
sh*t, I woke up in the jungle, but it ain't Jumanji
Think that they done made a lil' wave until we came tsunami

[Outro: BabyTron]
(Meech)
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam, you know?