The Ray Vaughn “On The Radar” Freestyle (PART 2) lyrics

[Intro: Gabe P & Ray Vaughn]
Yessir baby
On The Radar radio freestyles
Yo, Ray Vaughn, back in the building for part two
Ima step out, he gon' step in
Ight? Let’s go
Aye
Crash out missions, this intuition
I am not tripping, I black out vivd
I pass out b*tches to all my n*ggas
It's Vaughn!
On The Radar
Ahhshurr
Hey, look

[Verse: Ray Vaughn]
My Cody was purchasing, he copping them pleas
He should have got home from the popular trees
Top Dawg, b*tch, I'm a popular breed
In front of the counter like chopping the cheese
Swinging a bow like I'm in Dukes of Hazard
Serial killer, she bet I'ma stab her
Checking my camera roll, it look like Brazzers
She want a G, I'm a packer
That's the type of sh*t I crash out for
Welcome to Long Beach, better lock the back door
b*tch, I'm a project n*gga to the core
If you highlight a reel, then you better keep score
Everybody sleeping on Vaughn
Like your cousin at your grandma house, on your living room floor
Flat minded n*gga, like a quick underscore
'Cause a Glock got a switch like a big booty whore
Latina b*tch, she was f*cking on me then she went hit the homie
I told her, "Cool beans"
One thing I don't do, is trip on a burger
She bend that sh*t over, I'm a whole QB
She don't got followers but she got purpose
I'm gassing her up, she a whole QT
My little baby, my little baby
That's my little baby, she can sign to QC
Got a little money and I caught me a wide body
You see how they try to fat shame?
Regulate lames, I ain't no regular n*gga
And this ain't no regular chain
Hoe, you is normal, you giving regular brain
f*ck with me, I'll put your head in the game
Work till you ain't got to tell 'em your name
Or you just a lizard, you scaling in vain
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I can't stop cracking
Too many BMs, I don't know which one calling
Might need a life jacket
Flood my DMs if you trying to be one tomorrow
Look like I'm life hacking
Ain't your type and I woke up balling
Broke n*ggas price matching
Best my b*tch, I could buy her tomorrow

[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]
He flexing, let's see if he could do that in the coffin
McDonalds drive-thru, that n*gga ran out of sauces
Brokey, yeah the flavor retire
Got hoes naked with the pirates
b*tch, I've been cooking with Kiya
A ghetto Madonna who think she katana
A big booty b*tch in a bonnet
She think she get rich, she was turning a sonic
Think we was friends? It was never platonic
Hanging with me, n*gga, you should be honored
You wasn't supposed to when you like Donald
Popping your gangster grills, we aim at your DJ
It's drama, you know we got problems
It's up
All of my gold, it got Jaundice
I'm rich as a f*ck
If I ever go broke, I could go back to robbing
Batman's promise
Twelve pulled me over yesterday
Pulled 10 bands out, I am not a minority
b*tch, I don't do well with authority
Unless it was housing authority
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I can't stop cracking
Too many BMs, I don't know which one calling
Might need a life jacket
Flood my DMs if you trying to be one tomorrow
Broke n*ggas life hacking
Ain't your type but I woke up balling
Broke n*ggas price matching
b*tch, I can buy her tomorrow
It's Vaughn!