Letra de On The Radar Cypher - Delivery Boys

I don't talk for free

That he say, she say, never got to me

I smoke a block of weed and treat the freeway like it's Rocket League

They jacked that they with me, but all they actions say they fake

You can drop me in the league, I'm finna average twenty eight

Hey, every spot got baddies in it

Beat the beat like Paddy Pimblett

Afghan kush, I'm smokin' packs with that Iraqi pigment

Rappin' for that bag enrichment

Wacky bitch, her fatty different

Cleveland shorty suck me while that bitch from Cincinnati licked it

Swervin' in the whip, hurt the rims on a pothole

These bitches hit my phone, you got no hoes like Johnny Bravo

Y'all watchin' my pockets, want what I got, this cheese not yours

Withdrew the GDP of Fiji, shut down Wells Fargo

I stay with weird lookin' naked bitches like Picasso

My life is backyard sports and I'm the MVP like Pablo

More chips and cheese than Costco, pockets packed with pounds of nachos

I'm known around the globe, I rock from Moscow to Chicago

Yeah, act uncouth, my coupe incomprehensible

You expendable, boy, all my bitches been in centerfolds

Dreamin' skeptical but now my pockets green like vegetables

You rappers move identical, but actin' asymmetrical

Ya see me at the mall, and start to screamin', "Get the camera, Dad"

I smoke this stank, leave a bank, with more green than Bruce Banner had

Bitches shiesty, roll the dice, I'm icey like Zibanejad

I ran a bag up bad, I'm droppin' bombs like Ahmadinejad

Family Incredibles, whole gang untouchable

Watch how you maneuver now I'm seein' how a sucker moves

Walk into the party, clutchin' more bread than Uncrustables

Drop a couple doubles, write the whips off as deductibles

Ayy

Ayy, come on man

Lunchboy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I bought a brand new chop and it came with a drum

Ayy, ayy

Come on man, ayy, ayy

All these niggas be actin' like hoes

I never do laundry, don't know how to fold

I'm still dissin' the niggas that crossed me

They say that I'm crazy, but talkin' to ghosts

Give a fuck what a fuck nigga on

Kick a bitch out, then I'm yellin, "Go"

Man, your ho got my dick in her choke

I'm the reason that she change the lock on her phone

Cross my arms like G Herbo, I'm cold

Pockets fat like I'm missin' a tope

I rock friends 'cause like names on a bullet

Won't let that shit miss or go over your dome

I'm aware of the niggas that hate me

I'm rappin' up now, but just like I'm Slick Rick

Tell my niggas pull up to your pole with a rocket

They want it? Come swim with a big fish

My bitch foreign, she only speak German

The first time I met her it started with, "Ich bin"

My boy stabbin', they got out the cage

Just to pick up the mic, like, I'm like a big spade

Come on, man

Come on, man, stop playin' with me

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