On The Radar Freestyle (PART 2) lyrics

[Intro]
1900, 1900
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let that pus*y boy bleed, he might need a, uh, uh
[?] yeah

[Chorus]
Let that pus*y boy bleed, he might need a tampon
Used to serve O's, boy, but I ain't from Lamron
Still post up on the porch, shoutout to my grandma
I done turnt my gram up, still gettin' these grams off [?]
When I leave the crib, got my blicky and my scale on
Me without my gun like a dog without his tail on
Me without my gun like a bad b*tch with no nails on
I walk up out your trap if that dope smell wrong

[Verse]
I'm servin' straight white, somethin' like my skin tone
Beatin' up the pie red, I'm f*ckin' up my wrist bone
This a dead end, who the f*ck you tryna spin on?
I'm havin' dog sh*t, and they used to try sh*t on
Boy better turn that stove down, you gon' f*ck up that dough
Your sh*t gеttin' slow, let her go hit that stove
Fivе for a fit, used to be hoes in my clothes
Now my pockets swole, we got hoes in a row
Now my pockets swole, we got rolls in girbaud's
Pop out with that dough, all I smoke [?]
Heard he smoke on bro, gon' head get him gone
b*tch blowin' up my phone, "When you comin' home?"
[Chorus]
Let that pus*y boy bleed, he might need a tampon
Used to serve O's, boy, but I ain't from Lamron
Still post up on the porch, shoutout to my grandma
I done turnt my gram up, still gettin' these grams off
When I leave the crib, got my blicky and my scale on
Me without my gun like a dog without his tail on
Me without my gun like a bad b*tch with no nails on
I walk up out your trap if that dope smell wrong