On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, baby (But, no matter where you are)
I ain't payin’ for sh*t (There's beauty)
Go ask that other n*gga (Sweet, sweet, music)

[Verse 1]
My doggy hit me, like, "I'm like glad you’re still goin' in this sh*t"
I'm like "The f*ck is I'm gon' go?"
The last four years I had to hit
At least three thousand hoes"
I stretch her out, then switch my clothes
I'm tryna bust every speaker in my Rolls
I'm big and back off syrup
My ex BD a penny pincher, ain't never seen no money
I tell her straight just how it is, that’s why the people love me
These n*ggas think thеy big and bad, I see straight through they bluff, huh
Jiggin’ like I'm Puff
My hand crampin’, I just counted up a million
Wе send 'em straight to any n*gga, yeah, his mom, civilian
They sent my doggy down, he fried, he'll kill children
Another paper cut from countin' millions
It’s the bank breaker, yeah
It's the Rolls skrrter, b*tch tipper, drank sipper
Yeah, it's the Balenci' bandit, f*ck n*ggas can't stand it
Caught a bad ho in transit, huh, yeah
Quick blue and red like I studied at Kansas
Hit every bad ho on state campus (Yeah)
Don't give me mouth, just give me mouth, ho
Yeah, who told you life was fair, b*tch? (Psssh)
Who told you you should ever have a care, b*tch? (Huh)
Put that dub in the air, b*tch
Watch it fall on a freak ho
Yeah, bust her back 'til her sheets soaked
All this cake make a Catholic b*tch deep throat (Huh)
In the summer with a Mink coat (Huh, yeah)
Keep it on me when they book shows (Keep it, Uh)
[Segue]
Yeah, ayy, look, it's us
Look, uh
Shh, look

[Verse 2]
High as the moon and stars, I can see Allah
I ain't sleepin' over tires screechin', even if I'm geekin'
He got no job, so he able to f*ck you every weekend
The truth leakin', she started peakin', I'm gettin' all the Lipton
Ayy, n*gga, how dare you talk that swag? That ain't even your lane
Kick in his door, mask up with cranium just like Bane
Carbon in a Rolls Royce, Maybach came green
In case I evade taxes, don't put 'em in my name
Yeah