The Camo “On The Radar” Freestyle lyrics

by

Camo! (USA)



[Intro]
Hmm, simple
Simple, really
Let me tell you somethin'
Shoo (Go)

[Verse 1]
Pay attention, lady
I'm tryna stretch them legs back all the way to the '80s (Yeah)
My homie's homie really stupid
He took lunch with Jay-Z over five hundred thousand and that's why you n*ggas broke
Talkin' 'bout some, "Knowledge," you was over there takin' notes
My new card didn't come with one, it came with a Tesla cloak
f*ck an opp, I stomp on one like laughin' that good joke
n*ggas steal my lines so much, they all lines like splitting coke
Karma in my Carbon, make a n*gga come split the pole
f*ckin' up my shoes walkin' through sand in Turks and Caicos
Bad b*tch want a weave that hang down to her ankles
Tryna save a ho, they put a slug right where your cape go
My dog is not a monster, why you sent him where the rapists go?
He ain't mean to take your sh*t
Should've gave it up and the situation would've been over quick
b*tch get beside herself, dubbin', I could find somethin' else
Trust, I got Wock' on the shelf, yup, and it's good for health

[Chorus]
She wanna see my wealth, b*tch, better help yourself
Black car look like Stealth, black soap on the shelf
He on my hip, gang, pus*y, don't clipped, gang
Jealous-ass n*gga, look, your shoulder got a chip, gang
Chitty-chitty bang-bang, boy, you is a stain, gang
Ask a n*gga what he say, he ain't say the same thing
[Verse 2]
f*ck it, diabetic patient, Sweet Chin Music makin'
Kick a n*gga face for fakin', dump his body where it's vacant
Molly made my di*k a-raisin', she still wanna get a-tastin'
Thirty seconds, my di*k raisin', damn, this sh*t feel amazin'
b*tch, you wanna f*ck? Okay, then
Spanking kids like I'm raisin'
Black and white diamonds on me, make this sh*t segregated
Sip the Wock', I'm sedated, Hellcat sound aggravated
b*tch, I need an M on the front like I'm gettin' raided
b*tch get beside herself, dubbin', I could find somethin' else
Trust, I got Wock' on the shelf, yup, and it's good for health

[Chorus]
She wanna see my wealth, b*tch, better help yourself
Black car look like Stealth, black soap on the shelf
He on my hip, gang, pus*y, don't clipped, gang
Jealous-ass n*gga, look, your shoulder got a chip, gang
Chitty-chitty bang-bang, boy, you is a stain, gang
Ask a n*gga what he say, he ain't say the same thing
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