On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
RTB, n*gga
Gang
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I was young as hell, sneakin' b*tches in my mom house
Now I'm with twenty-eight hoes smokin' pound house
Kells got cases pendin', pray my n*gga bond out
Got some new work in and kicked, that's a roundhouse
Blew up my phone, I f*cked her friend and she found out
We gon' keep f*ckin' up that score, you need a time out
I know you want your b*tch back, but she mine now
She did that one dance on the di*k, now her spine out
All my shooters accurate, don't leave us open
This sh*t we smokin' supreme, I ain't talkin' 'bout the clothing
You ain't makin' papе', you middy man, DeRozan
I just wanna hit your litty friend 'til it's swollen
I got a switch, I ain't tryna gеt no spankin'
We caught the main opp, now I think them n*ggas tankin'
We in public, can't kill him, we gon' stomp him, Kirk Franklin
Oh, she Pornhub famous? I just asked her what's her ranking

[Chorus]
Gettin' paper from these rocks, I could make these hoes scissor
Tell me she don't like her titties? I could make them hoes bigger
Smokin' on a three-five 'Wood, you just on Swishers
f*ckin' R&B singers, n*gga, you be on Tinder
Gettin' green from this boy and girl, you don't know genders
Tellin' sh*t to the feds, n*gga? You is no member
Mad as hell, she made me nut twice, it was November
f*cked my white b*tch off a 10, I'm a whole n*gga
[Bridge]
I ain't on no racist sh*t when I say that sh*t, I'm just sh*t talkin'
You know RTB sh*t tall
We gon' get back into it though

[Verse 2]
I be with my white friends sippin' on Tito's
Sippin' Julio in mi casa with my new amigos
We just did an opp n*gga foul just like a free throw
Freak b*tch, I need a towel when she deep throat
I ain't trickin', but I bought my new b*tch an AMG
Snuck the blicky in the club, I forgot they payin' me
Coldest young n*gga out the city, know they sayin' me
The E pill, said she tryna F, I'm just stayin' G, n*gga
Know my alphabets, can't take the L if the K with me
College dropout tryna make a sale with the yay on me
Love this b*tch 'cause she don't tell, she stay low-key
She tryna f*ck on other b*tches, she don't play no D

[Chorus]
Paper from these rocks, I could make these hoes scissor
Tell me she don't like her titties? I could make them hoes bigger
Smokin' on a three-five 'Wood, you just on Swishers
f*ckin' R&B singers, n*gga, you be on Tinder
Gettin' green from this boy and girl, you don't know genders
Tellin' sh*t to the feds, n*gga? You is no member
Mad as hell, she made me nut twice, it was November
f*cked my white b*tch off a 10, I'm a whole n*gga
[Outro]
RTB, n*gga
Gang