On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce
Look

[Verse]
I got tired of hangin' around these n*ggas that never got no motion
I don't be drinkin' lean around n*ggas I don't know 'cause that sh*t open
I can tell you a story about my life, but that don't mean I wrote it
Do some sh*t better than you did, but that don't mean you showed me
That don't mean I owe you, my lil' b*tch the coldest
That n*gga couldn't shoot for sh*t, that's why I left him open
I knew his backdoor and sh*t, that's why I left it open
Soon as he take a step in, I'ma hit him with the Cobra
'Cause his ass a snake, all my n*ggas apes
I know it's rifle bullets inside this clip, but this a Drac'
You thirty with no pape', man, that must just be your fate
I can talk about this sh*t 'cause I can put it in your face
This sh*t I'm drivin' right now cost a house
Lately, I been puttin' n*ggas on, come cop an ounce
Today, I'ma smack a n*gga if I hear the wrong tone, so watch your mouth, just found his house
Send the cleaners to that b*tch, n*gga, they gon' wash it out, yeah
If you ain't heard about me back then, then watch me now, yeah
n*ggas wasn't tryna let me in, so why should I? Yeah
Pull up fast dudes, ain't f*ckin' with my side
pus*y make me pull a fast dude, keep f*ckin' with my pride
Told my b*tch, "Your friend wanna f*ck with me, I can look in her eyes"
I ain't finna argue, n*gga, if you wanna talk, I'll send you to God
I'll put a n*gga in my shoes, but I can't, 'cause n*ggas don't wear my size
Gone for a month straight, ain't leavin' this state with less than five
b*tch, I'm talkin' fifty, never wore no di*kies, huh
Top three in my city, don't give a f*ck if you don't pick me
b*tch, you made me not even wanna f*ck 'cause you a pick-me
I double-taped two thirty clips and now my sh*t hold sixty
Sixty-ball, shoot him 'til he fall
n*ggas tried to beat me, but they can't, 'cause I'm a dog
I just counted up like 20K, I'm gettin' off
You out of town, I ship 'em off, you want a feat'? 'Cause that sh*t costs, b*tch
Man, I'm startin' to think these n*ggas soft
Let 'em let if off, I'm swingin' this b*tch like it's golf
The sticks is black, the whips is black, n*ggas thinkin' that we goth
And don't ask me for a verse, 'cause I told you that sh*t cost, n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's with an X, n*gga