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letra de on the radar freestyle - rio da yung og

[intro]
yeah
ghettoboyz sh-t
money is not everything, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
got sav on the beat, you know what i’m sayin’ (ooh, sav k!lled it)
my motherf-ckin’ boy

[verse]
right now i’m in new york city, on the radar
i drive the lamb’ truck like a racecar
fell asleep on stage, i don’t take bars
when the smoke break, just shoot up every gray car
you know how that go
i came home from jail, first thing i asked was “where the act though?”
my n-gga got a pint
b-tch said she wanna f-ck, i told her “not tonight”, aight
you ain’t got your gun in here, then you gotta fight
f-cked my head up, this n-gga got a knife
you know i freestyle bro, i’m not gon’ write
he pulled up with a pint but it was not right
almost had to beat his ass
see-through, i can see his ass
all i see is glass
when i close my eyes at night all i see is cash, like blue hundreds
everyday i try to make some new money
ten racks ain’t sh-t, that’s just shoe money
like some louis forces, the lil’ virgil kind
b-tch wanna f-ck but she the virgin kind
but she 25, but that’s young to me
i swear to god, my hands like a gun to me
i’ll knock your ass out, you might go to sleep
you got a four of drank? man i want a three
you know i spend ten racks and repeat
you know i spent a hundred racks on that street
i own all them houses
i had a crib that was a million dollars cash and ain’t have a couch
real ghetto boy, all you heard was .. coming out the ? water fountain
i had drank in the water fountain
swear to god i’ll try to climb the tallest mountain ‘fore i
put my trust in a hoe
swear to god i’ll get the gun and bust at a hoe
i ain’t gone cap like i never rode the bus before
my granny heard this, i can’t cuss no more
i don’t wanna drink tuss’ no more
last time i drank that i almost, i almost kicked the bucket
the n-gga got a gun, he a little f-cker, lil’ young n-gga
don’t ever pull up on me with no gun with you
i pull up on a b-tch, i got my son with me
told her bring her daughter, we on a double date
my and my son ate double steaks
yeah, told the n-gga “you gon’ be fat if you order another plate”
but this his world, i let him eat it all
this b-tch 5’6″ but she think she tall
i only let the b-tch eat my b-lls
this the type of sh-t you don’t see in malls, this balenciaga
it cost a pretty penny, like a thousand dollars for a t-shirt
i’ll pay a thousand dollars all the way out for some clean work
i told ’em “drop the song with no reverb”
yeah, i never seen curves
i don’t curve my car, i got wheel
n-gga it’s mine, and he, yeah
you can’t put a play together if you not will (ooh, sav k!lled it)
he say he got some act, that sh-t not real
that’s closed to me
i’ll pop in your sh-t, you get close to me
everybody rich, that’s how it’s supposed to be
i’m only blowin’ blacks, i don’t smoke no weed
they got me on parole, i don’t want no lean
i don’t want no pills
i’m tryin’ to go independent, i don’t want no deal
i need a hundred million, i don’t want one mil’
sh-t, i’m tryin’ to get very full
i gotta check my schedule
i’m booked up, he got shot in his sh-t when he looked up
yeah, ain’t no more room, it got took up
it’s ten n-ggas on the bus, we had to hook up
just like black and blue
you put me in the corner, i’mma have to shoot
if i pull a gun out, i ain’t gon’ shoot you in your sh-t, i’m whackin’ you
i’m clappin’ you, i’m smackin’ you
you say you got some drank but the act to you
you said you got a four, let me grab a deuce
matter fact, i want the whole four
this b-tch mad at me ’cause i told her “no”
she said she finna leave and i told her “so?”
i told her “go”
guess what, you know i tote a pole
know i tote a pole and i’m on probation
and i got a real k!ller location
like, i know real, real ?
n-gga, i’ll go back to the hood and sell crack, i don’t have to rap
matter fact i’m playin’, what you laughin’ at?
i hope somebody bring act back
or the glass red
i remember i was broke, ain’t even have pants
now i got chrome hearts jeans
amiri jeans
what the f-ck i got on now? it cost twenty-three
2300, n-gga
you know you ain’t gone sleep, you owe me money
you owe me money, better not see you buy a twix bar
you’ll never see me in a bar ‘less they payin’ me
i drunk a eighth of drank and i took two 30s and went straight to sleep
i ain’t even hit her, now she mad at me
but i hit her sister, that’s why she mad at me
n-gga threw a whole bag at me
the b-tch came naked, threw cash at her like she a stripper
the b-tch got mad as h-ll ’cause i didn’t tip her
i told her i’mma pay her but i gotta hit her
f-ck around and counterfeit, i, trick, you know i’m gonna trick her
hit her with the counterfeit
i’m wearing balenci’ that ain’t came out yet
i spent a hundred racks at louis, i ain’t even been out a whole year
i spent 200 thousand on my f-ckin’ ear
yeah, when yo’ earrings cost this much, it be hard to hear
(ooh, sav k!lled it) weed loud as h-ll like a car in here
who got some green xanny bars in here?
or the blue kind
i’mma real boss, your baby daddy on the corner shoe shinin’
he goin’ back to prison, he a two-timer
third time, they might give him life
soon as you walk in they gon’ give you a knife
you gotta use that hoe or you gotta tell, n-gga, what you gon’ do with, like, bro
i can’t say that name, n-ggas shootin’ up cribs, i can’t play that game
sh-t never changed, it’s gon’ stay the same
i’m finna go home and just go play a game, with my son or sumn’
one-to-one, i need another hundred
aye, wanna do a vid’ collab, i need another hundred
every time i hit the mall i buy my brother something
yeah
every time i hit the mall i buy my cousin something
on my way to, every time i hit the mall i buy my momma something
i buy my uncle something, i’m always buying people sh-t
and i ain’t arrogant, i ain’t think i’m the sh-t
this n-gga think i’m broke but i think i’m rich
rich in spirit, yeah
we gon’ leave his ass alive but we gon’ k!ll his spirit
i’m jumpin’ on delta, i’m not gettin’ on spirit
i only want pj, you know i got it though
ten months, i got a show
another show, two hundred racks, n-gga, for a f-ckin’ show
that was my first show
the middle one was the worst show
my diamond link hit like jalen hurts though
yeah, i got this sh-t from ? too
know a n-gga wanna rob me too
the n-gga heard i was goin’ to prison, said “hallelujah”
he hate me, n-gga, but i did my time, came home
they was waitin’ on a n-gga, they ain’t wait for you
you p-ss me off, i’m puttin’ an ak to use
aye, i got a four of a drank, i’m with two n-ggas, i’mma face a deuce
? split a deuce
i know you drink drank but i’m a different, uh
i know you drink drank but i’m a different abuser
aye, i’m a real user
i’m a dope fiend, i got a f-ckin’ problem
i need to go to rehab but that’s a hundred thousand
[outro]
ghettoboyz sh-t, man, yeah, yeah, aye
i’m on the radar, i’m bullsh-ttin’
i’m on the radar, i’m bullsh-ttin’
i’m on the radar, lil’ bro got cleats, only chase cars
he right down the street, that sh-t ain’t far
this life sh-t be easy, y’all make it hard
(ooh, sav k!lled it) i’ll stay up tomorrow, f-ck it

- rio da yung og

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