4life Freestyle (On the Radar) lyrics

[Intro]
Zionthebeat

[Chorus]
Lemme start like this
Said you n*ggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a—, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set sh*t straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, n*ggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
n*ggas talkin', but that sh*t is digital
f*ck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
n*ggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual

[Verse]
Bullets gon' make him invisible
Don't need a diss, but you fit the subliminal
Brodie a demon, a criminal
Sendin' out shots and this sh*t is not clinical
Feelin' prolific, I shoot through the fabric
I'm like Carter, I'm shootin' with Magic
Ain't no bottle, but n*ggas is cappin'
You 41K, you get put in the past tense
Like wait, like damn
When I walk in the party, she geekin' and tweakin'
I just put shorty down for a drink
She like, "Jenny, you know that I'm fiendin'
I be watchin' your vids in a sequence"
I got a heart and she said I could keep it
We go back to her sh*t for the weekend
But I gotta go, Tata called up a demon
I'm a demon controllin' the rock
I can't forget when I stay on the block
I was makin' it hot, it's like everyone shot
Like, maintenance, I'ma need a mop
For my brothers, I'm uppin' the score
She a demon, she totin' Dior
Money the movement, I cannot be poor
And that boy, he got dropped, he was droppin' the 4
Like I'm Nicki, pills and potions
And I try to ignore my emotions
Move like I'm Chris, I think everyone hate me
So, my knocker is never on safety
Hood hero, throwin' out six
And if she is a demon, the knock on her hip
And I'm humble like the money raised me
Saw the vision since I was a baby
[Chorus]
Lemme start like this
Said you n*ggas is weird and your opps is your friends
How your boyfriend a—, but he ask for a feature
He tried to diss, but he makin' amends
I'ma set sh*t straight
Said he 41K, he get sent to the gates
Straight to the top, not a debate
They like, "Jenn, you so lyrical, n*ggas is late", like
I'ma tear that boy like I'm a surgeon
Shorty a baddie, she tell me, "It's hurtin'"
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
n*ggas talkin', but that sh*t is digital
f*ck with the opps and I can't be a friend of you
n*ggas dirty and they not original
Feel like I'm Spike, when I'm shootin', I'm visual