On The Radar Freestyle Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro 1: YkmNace]
Yeah…
Big 23, you know the f*ck going on, yeah
Back again, you know what it is
They tried to play with me—big mistake
Now we turnin’ up the heat

[Verse 1: YkmNace]
Ayy, look—why you always talkin’ but you never back it up?
Claim you run the game, boy, you barely run it up
Keyboard warrior, typin’ all that tough talk
See you in the streets, and you silent like a dumb clock

Always on my page, yeah, you lurkin’ like a creep
Tryna throw shade, but your pockets lookin’ weak
Boy, you got no hustle, just excuses and some tweets
I make more in a day than you seen in a week

You cappin’, you lackin’, you softer than satin
I’m out here makin’ moves while you stuck in the captions
You mad at my wins, you big mad at my flex
But your whole style old, like a VHS set

[Chorus 1: YkmNace]
On Thе Radar, yeah, I see ‘em talkin’ recklеss
Step into the booth, now we leave ‘em feelin’ breathless
Cook ‘em up fast, no delay, no checklist
Bury this clown, now his name on the guest list
[Verse 2: YkmNace]
Bro, why you always frontin’ like you really got the juice?
Last time you dropped, man, the numbers was a fluke
Say you gettin’ money, but your chain made of plastic
Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but your fit straight tragic

I heard you tried to rap, man, that verse was a mess
Soundin’ like a bot with no rhythm, no finesse
Steady copy styles, you ain’t even got a lane
Tryna ride my wave, now you drownin’ in the rain

You a joke, you a meme, you a fraud, you a gimmick
Your name hold weight? Boy, stop, wait a minute
Nobody checkin’ for you, that’s a cold hard fact
You a background extra, I’m the one who lead the pack

[Bridge: YkmNace]
You don’t want smoke, you don’t want war
Talkin’ all tough, now you cryin’ on the floor
I came with the bars, I came with the force
You came with excuses—now look at the score

[Chorus 1: YkmNace]
On The Radar, yeah, I see ‘em talkin’ reckless
Step into the booth, now we leave ‘em feelin’ breathless
Cook ‘em up fast, no delay, no checklist
Bury this clown, now his name on the guest list
[Verse 3: YkmNace]
Man, your life a comedy, you ain’t got the energy
Cappin’ on the ‘net, but in person, you my mini-me
I been gettin’ money, you been stuck in 2010
Still rockin’ fake kicks, still tryna make amends

You ain’t in my league, you ain’t even on my level
I’m a diamond in the rough, you a pebble in the rubble
I been stackin’ W’s, while you stackin’ up your L’s
Took your shot at me, now your dreams in a cell

I ain’t gotta flex, but my wrist do the talkin’
Hopped out the coupe while your girl keep watchin’
Dropped another hit, now my stats through the ceilin’
Meanwhile, you stuck, chasin’ clout with no feelin’

[Outro 1: YkmNace]
Yeah, next time keep my name out your mouth
Matter fact, nah—keep it in there, keep the promo goin’
I need my haters, y’all the biggest fans I got
3:43 seconds of straight flames
Good luck recoverin’ from that
I’m out
Big 23, you know the f*ck going on, gang, bow bow bow