Letra de On The Radar Freestyle (PART 2) - Sleepy Hallow

She said she don't need a lot, just a lil' bit

She gon' call me handy man how I'm drillin' it

I thought that she was celibate

Now we fuckin' on the low and I ain't tellin' shit, I don't mention it

Face card, told that bitch my name was Jake from State Farm

I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt

Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my cock hard

Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer a rockstar

Knock, knock, bae, I'm at your door with my forty

She said, "Why you stressin', nigga? You was just ignorin' me"

Girl, your nigga corny, just call me when you horny

Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me

I said, "I wish it's more of you

But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move"

I'm in the stu', girl, my process is impeccable

Like, check the views, nigga, who they really listen to?

Nigga, me and you

She said her bag is [?] 'fore she go on any trip

I thought she was a dime, but she be on some penny shit

I pulled up in a Caddy, don't know what Suburban is

I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids

But fuck it, make a order, got my thirty servin' shit

Girl, I don't want your love, but thank you for your services

I been through way too much, and that shit hurt me permanent, like

Big bro pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it

I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh

Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans

She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands

Uh, them niggas fake, don't need no friends

Hold on

Been in my feelings a little

'Posed to pass, I don't know why I dribble

Said she love me, I'm stuck in the middle

Not my bitch, but we fuckin' a little

Back door, I gotta watch how I walk

I ain't regular, watch how you talk

Take that shit off 'cause I put that shit on

How the fuck is you wrong and strong?

Don't give me love, baby, that ain't for me

You was in the house like Cory

I was outside with nines and forties

I was tryna— look

I was outside, tryna get up with opps

Make a movie, but this ain't a prop

My heart big, but it been through a lot

Lil' bitch, let me tackle the box

Keep it low, I ain't makin' it hot

Girl, you bad, you gon' shake up the spot

And these bitches gon' stay with a, uh

And these niggas gon' stay with a smile

Like, girl, what's your favorite song?

Let me see your favorite thong

I'm high as shit, on bro

I might destroy my favorite bone

But, nah, we don't do those

I hit a opp, you hit a opp, we yellin' Kudos

I'm tryna take this shit to Mars, nigga, Bruno

And, baby, you know I'm a boss, call me [Yuno?]

Call me— Look

She want Chanel, Dior, Dior

Said she worth it, baby, is you sure?

Would you love me if shit go wrong?

Would you love me if I go poor?

Top floor in my [?], tryna make a movie, damn

Brand new chopper shooting shit, same size as Lil Uzi

Uh, that lil' freaky cutie, she like, "Show me your booty"

She said, "It's yours truly," she got me all [?]

Lil' bro a jerk, he pop a Perc', he on the fuckin' moon

Almost shot my own mans, he wouldn't fuckin' move

These bitches pick and choose, swipe and skip with different dudes

I took some L's, but I'm still winnin', don't get shit confused, damn

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