On The Radar Freestyle (PART 2)

[Intro]
1900, 1900
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let that pussy boy bleed, he might need a, uh, uh
[?] yeah

[Chorus]
Let that pussy boy bleed, he might need a tampon
Used to serve O's, boy, but I ain't from Lamron
Still post up on the porch, shoutout to my grandma
I done turnt my gram up, still gettin' these grams off [?]
When I leave the crib, got my blicky and my scale on
Me without my gun like a dog without his tail on
Me without my gun like a bad bitch with no nails on
I walk up out your trap if that dope smell wrong

[Verse]
I'm servin' straight white, somethin' like my skin tone
Beatin' up the pie red, I'm fuckin' up my wrist bone
This a dead end, who the fuck you tryna spin on?
I'm havin' dog shit, and they used to try shit on
Boy better turn that stove down, you gon' fuck up that dough
Your shit gettin' slow, let her go hit that stove
Five for a fit, used to be hoes in my clothes
Now my pockets swole, we got hoes in a row
Now my pockets swole, we got rolls in girbaud's
Pop out with that dough, all I smoke [?]
Heard he smoke on bro, gon' head get him gone
Bitch blowin' up my phone, "When you comin' home?"

[Chorus]
Let that pussy boy bleed, he might need a tampon
Used to serve O's, boy, but I ain't from Lamron
Still post up on the porch, shoutout to my grandma
I done turnt my gram up, still gettin' these grams off
When I leave the crib, got my blicky and my scale on
Me without my gun like a dog without his tail on
Me without my gun like a bad bitch with no nails on
I walk up out your trap if that dope smell wrong