“On The Radar” Freestyle (MYBODY)* Lyrics

“On The Radar” Freestyle (MYBODY)* Lyrics

Yeah, I brought my gun up in this bitch

I'm in the studio all day, baby, I'm stuck up in this bitch

Yeah, I'm off a molly tryna cook up in this bitch

Bitch, I'm the nigga running shit, uh

Okay, I told him pop out

Watch him, he the one get blitzed on

These hit yo' body, leave you dead or leave you flintstone

Okay, don't want your body after head, I tell you get on

Okay, just want to let you know, yeah, that's just my paranoia

Okay, that's just my body, baby

Okay, I go and get it

You going up and think you 'bout it, baby, you probably see it

You probably thinkin' 'bout those comas, baby, thinking 'bout them digits

Every time I write a song, took two months to finish

Can't think 'bout you long, I'm to focused on a mission

Okay, can't even give up now, baby, I'm in it to win it

No, it just ain't 'bout the clout, need the money and the [?]

Okay, I've been getting digits, I like money for them bitches

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, that shit I smoke is probably loud, but I don't give a fuck

Who at the top? I want his crown, like nigga give it up

I'm sippin' on the same things, really shit, it ain't change

I'm flying everywhere, my nigga, you still on the same plane

You better watch out, [?], nigga, its not the same thing

The shit I got up on my hip, nigga, this shit got range, range

I don't know what he was thinking, I knocked out his brain, brain

Okay you cappin' like you do this. no you fake, bro

If you pull that bitch you better bang it, ain't no [?], bro

Coins, yeah, naturally come to me, I'm a magnet, bro

Soons as I get my trophy call it pretty, like a pantyhose

Yeah, I brought my gun up in this bitch

I'm in the studio all day, baby, I'm stuck up in this bitch

Yeah, I'm off a molly tryna cook up in this bitch

Bitch, I'm the nigga running shit, uh

Okay, I told him pop out

Watch him, he the one get blitzed on

These hit yo' body, leave you dead or leave you flintstone

Okay, don't want your body after head, I tell you get on

Okay, just want to let you know, yeah, that's just my paranoia

Okay, that's just my body, baby

Okay, I go and get it

You going up and think you 'bout it, baby, you probably see it

You probably thinkin' 'bout those comas, baby, thinking 'bout them digits

Every time I write a song, took two months to finish

Can't think 'bout you long, I'm to focused on a mission

Okay, can't even give up now, baby, I'm in it to win it

No, it just ain't 'bout the clout, need the money and the [?]

Okay, I've been getting digits, I like money for them bitches

Yeah, yeah