The 3200 Tre “On The Radar” Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
It's Thirty, come on
It's Thirty, hm (Ooh, Sav killed it)
It's Thirty, come on

[Verse]
Hm, a million dollars down the street, I'm on my way to get it
Hm, yo' baby daddy know I'm him, that's why he hate a n*gga
Hm, all your bags get fronted, you can't pay the n*gga
Hm, we all in the same game, I just played it different
No, you is not my type of n*gga, they raised you different
If one eat, we all eat, or we takin' dinners
She say she like my di*k allot, she wanna take it wit' her
Hm, I'm finna take you out of town, find a babysitter
Hm, yesterday I missed a swerve, I'm finna take 'еm now
Don't listen to my old sh*t, I sound better now
Hm, еverybody got a K, we brought the letters out
Hm, bae, yo' titties look perky, you need to let 'em out
Hm, I'm tryna f*ck you in the room while everybody here
Hm, y'all really think I'm 'bout to blow? Well, help me out here
Hm, if you see me somewhere calm, it's a block in there
Hm, if the club ain't tryna pay me, I'm not in there
Huh, they think I'm actin' different now, they see the motion
Don't take me in no bullsh*t, I can't repost it
Hm, why you ain't pass dog the ball? He wasn't open?
Hm, now I don't think that n*gga wrong if he come smoke you
Hm, I ain't ask to be that n*gga, I was chosen
My heart big for no reason, it's still broken
Hm, that backdoor get you killed, you leave it open
Hm, nobody in my family rich, sh*t, I'm the closet
But I still ain't still got a dollar, b*tch, I'm f*cked up
f*ck-n*gga, fix your collar, that b*tch f*cked up
Hm, you gon' always see my gun, that b*tch untucked
n*gga, f*ck how you feel, I don't give one f*ck
Hm, I got allot of goals, but not allot of time to reach 'em
Every dollar that I got it come from crime or features
I give out game in every song, I'm really tryna teach you
I'm tired of signin' n*ggas bags, I'm tryna sign agreements
Sign a deal, start a label and start signin' people
Hm, money is not everything, n*gga, mines be evil
All it takes is one line for me to stop believin'
That lil' sorry that you sent didn't stop the bleedin'
I just bought the bag I'm in, this b*tch brand new
Orange stamp on the dope, it look like Cantu
Get out your b*tch phone trippin', I'm her man too
Hm, and make sure you pay that bill, I'm on her plan too
Hm, my phone havin' heavy motion, it can't turn off
A b*tch without her own motion is a turn-off
Hm, anything that's not The Boyz, it's gettin' turned off
Hm, you drop a song that ain't cleared, I take the verse off, b*tch
[Outro]
Come on