On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro]
Hold on, uh
Hold on
Look

[Verse 1]
It's a wrap when I get in my zone
Start bitchin', they play with that boy and he clickin'
Smack a nigga like Will, I ain't had me a Smith &
I was tryna bag it and flip it
Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches
They don't love me, they lovin' the riches
Had to chill, I was movin' too vicious
I date a fresh one, I don't need two bitches
Brand new glizzy, I make it extend
Slip once, I ain't fallin' again
Cut you off, we ain't talkin' again
And I came in a Lamb', but I left in a Benz
Fuck it up, I was born to win
Back then, I just feel I was born to spin
If I up it, he goin' again
I told him, "Go get it," he do it again
Let me stop, I been focused on money
Uh, 'cause mama ain't raise no dummy
I do this for days, I was broke and bummy
Had a gun, I ain't had no honey
I slid on the jakеs that day they got on me
Wherе I'm from, you get shot by your homie
Where I'm from, you can't hang, you don't know me
You gotta move tac' when you slide on your doley

[Interlude]
Lil' bro used to hop out the, uh
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, uh
Wait, look

[Verse 2]
Uh, baby, I'm back, for real
Uh, I'm movin' tac' for real
"What's that?" Girl, that's a strap, for real
Don't lack, that's how you get killed
But you ain't gotta be in the field
You could go to school and be real
You got a nine-to-five? So what?
Tell them niggas you could pay bills
Fuck it, I'm livin' life like I love it
Sometimes I just wanna dub it
Shorty a eater, I ain't tryna cuff it
What you talkin'? Soundin' like rubbish
I don't like parties, I don't like clubbin'
If I go, then the Glock comin'
Uh, if I go, then the, uh
Gotta watch who you call your girl
Gotta watch who you call your mans
Lil' nigga, the world is yours
Make some money then do it again
She tryna play, don't want you to win
It's gon' hurt when you fuckin' her friend
You should ask her where she wanna cry
In the Lamb' or up in the bed?
Heard the feds all up on my head
They say that we let it off and we fled
You think Sleepy gon' tell on the gang? I'm like, "Nigga, I'd rather be dead"
Like, fuck it, I'd rather be gone
Don't forget who was puttin' you on
Had your chance but you took too long
Like I gotta chill, can't do too wrong
Like, like, baby, I'm not one of them
Kiss and tell, we ain't fuckin' again
He a rat, I can't trust him again
If he snitch once, he be snitchin' again
Body different, I said it again
I been goin', I'm clippin' my ends
They like, "Sleepy, you did it a—", uh
They like, "Sleepy, you did it again"