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stanwill & trdee - on the radar freestyle lyrics

[intro: stanwill]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
we on the radar
b+tch

[verse 1: stanwill]
sh+t, we on the radar
might need some lingerie, got titties on the ar
they think we work for menko how my n+ggas spray cars
you could chop them b+tches off my body, bet i stay armed
barkin’ like a pit, it’s funny how he got his nose blue
had to cop a goose ’cause my b+tch cold and pendants froze too
how we spot up shootin’ on his block, you’d think the bros hoop
why the f+ck did your b+tch call me daddy like i know duke?

[verse 2: trdee]
hit him with that scorpion, i hit him with that fire
you know that you cannot f+ck with us, why do you n+ggas try?
i be smokin’ only fire, i be higher than the sky
lately i’ve been applyin’ pressure on they nеck just like a tie
i be with thеm grave diggers, they can send ’em to your maker
i don’t care ’bout your opinion, you ain’t even got no paper
d+mn, i think i got a problem, i just almost popped a hater
i don’t even f+ck with bron but i be ballin’ like a laker

[verse 3: stanwill]
ar go “ba+da+boom”, glock go “ba+da+bop”
i can get you whacked and i ain’t buy the block
ain’t no quit up in me, don’t know how to stop
all this hutchie on my neck, the b+tches called me häagen+dazs
pull up in that striker, we gon’ stop and pop
doggy chicken little but he talkin’ like he got a lot
left his eyeball in my mike amiris how he pocket watch
b+tches like my fragrance, smell like money, ‘za, and baccarat
[verse 4: trdee]
got that hammer on me, sh+t, i feel like wreck+it+ralph
why your shooter shootin’ bricks? they might as well just build a house
you know it’s forever up, it’s on the floor just like a couch
they ain’t havin’ their little backwoods, i had to roll a stout
i don’t even play a sport but i be ballin’ like i do
if you ain’t f+ckin’ with the gang then i can’t even f+ck with you
when your back against the wall, i bet you don’t know what to do
when you really out here grindin’, bet your dreamin’ come true

[verse 5: stanwill]
you a burger, whole gang full of small fries
if i catch my favorite opp, gon’ get him hog+tied
collectin’ collars for my b+tches ’cause i dog mine
f+ckin’ on his bm while his kid was playin’ fall guys
put a b+tch last, munion first
doggy couldn’t his bl!ckie ’cause i upped one first
couldn’t kick it, brody cup come first
had to find another glitch because that one run burnt

[verse 6: trdee]
we choke dawg out just like rudy gobert
i’ve been ballin’ on these n+ggas, dee been really on a tear
they like, “why you show up late?” because i didn’t know what to wear
either strap your nuts on or better go and get a pair
better go and get some hustle like gary payton
stop readin’ comments, them d+ck suckers irritatin’
you know i’m the realest, these n+ggas steady fakin’
always hatin’ on me because i’m a star in the makin’, sh+ttyboyz

- stanwill trdee lyrics

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