Fed Up (On The Radar Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Stunna better, pretty dilemma
My b*tch wetter, I know they fed up
Pockets fat, walk around with a stack
I'm petty, let's go tit-for-tat
I'm stingy, can't give up this cat
Big bucks, Milwaukee
I shut b*tches up, stop talkin'
"Stunna Sandy, like how you so pretty?"
"Stunna Sandy, like how you so bad?"
"I think you got these b*tches mad"
Losin' they sh*t and they can't get it back
I got million dollar plans, I need my bread in advance
He like the way that I dance, he tryna get in my pants
Really, n*ggas be p*ssin' me off
Put that sh*t on, he tryna take it off
He like, "Damn bae, how your skin is so soft?"
Smokin' good gas, I can't hold in my cough
All of my money in colors
We be sneakin' at night, under covers
You can't finesse a finesser
I got a good eye for a sucker
Move back, shooter got two straps
He let it— He let it clap
I control what I can
If he in my legs, why you call him yo man?
I'm sick of the cold, catch a flight to the yams
Off-White [?] just matchin' my [?]
Collectin' my money like Sam
Free all the bad b*tches locked in the jam
I'm cookin' the [?] in my pan
Runnin' it up, I need more than some bands
I might pose for the cameras, I got my bands up
I need it now, I'm throwin' a tantrum
G-Wag', the tan truck