Opp Huntin (”On The Radar” Freestyle) lyrics

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On The Radar



[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah

[Verse]
Walk in, I’m smokin' a onion
These n*ggas b*tch and they ain’t sayin nothin'
f*ck on my b*tch, put my di*k in her stomach
Run up my money, you know how I’m comin' (Uh)
I see an opp then I’m huntin'
Came up from nothin' I had to make somethin'
Try to fist fight, you know we gon jump him (Yeah)
I got this ice on my neck, this sh*t it look like a freezer
I been in my bag b*tch, no, I don’t need her
I’m a real player n*gga, I am not no cheater
Facetime my phone, can’t speak through the speaker
Real dope boy, air force for the sneakers
Pourin' up lean, dropping a six in my liter
I was in the game, you were sittin on the bleachers, b*tch
All of my guns, they came with a switch (Phew)
All of my hoes, they come with a b*tch
My n*gga we winnin', we gettin real rich
I ran up them m’s, I know what I did
Hop on the highway, I’m goin with eighty (Skrrt)
My n*gga we ballin I feel my McGrady (Skrrt)
These n*ggas be M&M’s, lookin' real Shady
Bust on her tits, let her see all my babies
Hold up (Yeah), I told her babysit (Yeah)
Sit down can’t take the di*k (Yeah)
All my n*ggas, they wearing red (Yeah)
She came over, ain’t wearin no undies
In the trap, make it jump like a bungee (Woah)
Got a fetish for diamonds and money (Woah)
See this ice on my neck now she want me
Money, money, fetish, yeah I go (Yeah)
I got every drug and I can sell it for the low (Let's go)
And I be with my gang and I will never trust a hoe (Oh no)
I'm stickin' to the code, I promise I will never fold
Hol' up, hol' up
Hang with the stars, I go to the moon
She is a witch, that b*tch need a broom
I'ma keep workin' 'til I'm in my tomb
I'ma keep workin' 'til time overdue
Hang with the gang, smoke bad with the guys
I'm a real n*gga, see that in my eyes
Knew I would get it before I was five
Knew I would get it before I would die
Rollin' up gas, smokin' on dank (Gas)
I don't care what people think (Hell no)
I got a cup full of drank (Yeah)
I got a cup full of pink (Yeah)
These n*ggas lame and they know it (Yeah)
These n*ggas lame, get exposed (Yeah)
These n*ggas actin' like hoes (Yeah)
Why can't you stick to the code, n*gga?
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