On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
We on the radar
b*tch

[Verse 1: StanWill]
sh*t, we on the radar
Might need some lingerie, got titties on the AR
They think we work for Menko how my n*ggas spray cars
You could chop them b*tches off my body, bet I stay armed
Barkin' like a pit, it's funny how he got his nose blue
Had to cop a Goose 'cause my b*tch cold and pendants froze too
How we spot up shootin' on his block, you'd think the bros hoop
Why the f*ck did your b*tch call me Daddy like I know Duke?

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Hit him with that scorpion, I hit him with that fire
You know that you cannot f*ck with us, why do you n*ggas try?
I be smokin' only fire, I be higher than the sky
Lately I've been applyin' pressure on they nеck just like a tie
I be with thеm grave diggers, they can send 'em to your maker
I don't care 'bout your opinion, you ain't even got no paper
Damn, I think I got a problem, I just almost popped a hater
I don't even f*ck with Bron but I be ballin' like a Laker

[Verse 3: StanWill]
AR go "ba-da-boom", Glock go "ba-da-bop"
I can get you whacked and I ain't buy the block
Ain't no quit up in me, don't know how to stop
All this Hutchie on my neck, the b*tches called me Häagen-Dazs
Pull up in that striker, we gon' stop and pop
Doggy chicken little but he talkin' like he got a lot
Left his eyeball in my Mike Amiris how he pocket watch
b*tches like my fragrance, smell like money, 'za, and Baccarat
[Verse 4: TrDee]
Got that hammer on me, sh*t, I feel like Wreck-It-Ralph
Why your shooter shootin' bricks? They might as well just build a house
You know it's forever up, it's on the floor just like a couch
They ain't havin' their little Backwoods, I had to roll a stout
I don't even play a sport but I be ballin' like I do
If you ain't f*ckin' with the gang then I can't even f*ck with you
When your back against the wall, I bet you don't know what to do
When you really out here grindin', bet your dreamin' come true

[Verse 5: StanWill]
You a burger, whole gang full of small fries
If I catch my favorite opp, gon' get him hog-tied
Collectin' collars for my b*tches 'cause I dog mine
f*ckin' on his BM while his kid was playin' Fall Guys
Put a b*tch last, munion first
Doggy couldn't his blickie 'cause I upped one first
Couldn't kick it, brody cup come first
Had to find another glitch because that one run burnt

[Verse 6: TrDee]
We choke dawg out just like Rudy Gobert
I've been ballin' on these n*ggas, Dee been really on a tear
They like, "Why you show up late?" Because I didn't know what to wear
Either strap your nuts on or better go and get a pair
Better go and get some hustle like Gary Payton
Stop readin' comments, them di*k suckers irritatin'
You know I'm the realest, these n*ggas steady fakin'
Always hatin' on me because I'm a star in the makin', sh*ttyBoyz