On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Look

[Verse]
I got tired of hangin' around these niggas that never got no motion
I don't be drinkin' lean around niggas I don't know 'cause that shit open
I can tell you a story about my life, but that don't mean I wrote it
Do some shit better than you did, but that don't mean you showed me
That don't mean I owe you, my lil' bitch the coldest
That nigga couldn't shoot for shit, that's why I left him open
I knew his backdoor and shit, 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 niggas 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 shit 'cause I can put it in your face
This shit I'm drivin' right now cost a house
Lately, I been puttin' niggas on, come cop an ounce
Today, I'ma smack a nigga if I hear the wrong tone, so watch your mouth, just found his house
Send the cleaners to that bitch, nigga, they gon' wash it out, yeah
If you ain't heard about me back then, then watch me now, yeah
Niggas wasn't tryna let me in, so why should I? Yeah
Pull up fast dudes, ain't fuckin' with my side
Pussy make me pull a fast dude, keep fuckin' with my pride
Told my bitch, "Your friend wanna fuck with me, I can look in her eyes"
I ain't finna argue, nigga, if you wanna talk, I'll send you to God
I'll put a nigga in my shoes, but I can't, 'cause niggas don't wear my size
Gone for a month straight, ain't leavin' this state with less than five
Bitch, I'm talkin' fifty, never wore no Dickies, huh
Top three in my city, don't give a fuck if you don't pick me
Bitch, you made me not even wanna fuck 'cause you a pick-me
I double-taped two thirty clips and now my shit hold sixty
Sixty-ball, shoot him 'til he fall
Niggas 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 shit costs, bitch
Man, I'm startin' to think these niggas soft
Let 'em let if off, I'm swingin' this bitch like it's golf
The sticks is black, the whips is black, niggas thinkin' that we goth
And don't ask me for a verse, 'cause I told you that shit cost, nigga

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's with an X, nigga