On The Radar (Freestyle)

[Intro]
(Lamen, turn me up)
(BJ, this a hit boy)
This really a freestyle by the way we dont do that fake shit

[Verse]
Lambo doors up chop she said she wanna sit in the mutton
Know I'm the realest one that you fuckin
It ain't no discussion I don't do no fussing
Took the binary trigger off the Glock and put on a button
If I'm upping I'm bussin I can't go out like Timothy somethin
Don't even speak on Bahamas no more we see em we cut em
I'm the type bet on my self and say double or nothin
My lil shooter 14 he work the stick no discussions
We plucked em we slumped em we hop in the car we bumpin
GucciAK47s yeah the stick talk Russian
I up M249s I ain't with the tusslin
Maybach truck came with red guts that shit look disgustin
I went and got rich all of the sudden
I'm the biggest hater call me Joe Budden
Im fuckin these hoes by the dozen opps out here fuckin they cousins
That hoe ain't the type that I wanna nut in
So I damn near fled the country when she said a bun in the oven
Don't fuck with butterflies don't even ask me bout London
Come on this line with me and get bludgeoned
None my opps own nothin
What the fuck do you mean like I'm Justin
He said he on the block and its just him
I don't know why he trust him
Back in the trenches our cars was rustin
That's my dawg gon die tryna touch him
Matterfact die tryna insult him
All my chains are imported customs
Snuck in this choppa through customs
Just like a bomb from a muslim
If it was a race to the top I would dust them
Sorry bout that muslim line that was rude
I'm in the private jet rocking Rhude
I'ma up out the coupe
Look at me the wrong way I'ma boom