On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
Hundred-round drum, sh*t like some titties
Look at my drip, I got that blicky
Better hide your sh*t 'cause my hands be sticky
Your drip get ripped, the shots be ticklin'
n*gga got fire, this sh*t mandatory
He rat you out, he told a whole story
This ain't my spot, I can't even afford it
Brother got fire, he gon' put sh*t in order
Come to my block, you ain't see nothin' but horror
He think he caveman, n*gga was Dora
Pop out, anywhere I go, I'm an explorer
Lil' twin got more bullets, he ain't bored of 'em
I snuck my fire and my blick 'cross the border
I was in New York, now I'm in Florida
12 pushed up, they said we can't loiter
At the resort, got my blick on the water
sh*t out of line, put sh*t back in order
n*gga get shot down, sh*t be horror
n*gga get shot down, sh*t turn to horror
Lil' twin shoot ya, he ain't got no morals
Check down under rug, the fire under the rug
Sleep with a Glock in the bed, I'm in love
Keep the stick close by, give me a hug
I need the 'za, come fire that sh*t up
Pop outside and the trap get dry
I got that scope on the top of my fire
You want the smoke, we ain't askin' you why
Shoot your ass down, now you ask for your life
Got in that trap, I ain't even ask for advice
You the easiest kill, easiest strike
Hit an opp 'cross the field, I'm tryna snipe
Put on that black sh*t, I ain't got no white
Got it from Saks Fifth, ain't see the price
Catch a n*gga lackin', that sh*t excite
Stiff-arm fine sh*t, she tryna fight
Runnin' through the airport, I missed the flight
Light-skin fine sh*t, that be the type
Come through the dark, but my Glock got a light
(You better not ask me where I'm tryna fight
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—)
[Outro]
Haha, haha
You better not ask me where I'm tryna—
You better not ask me where I'm— (f*ck, f*ck)