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ysn flow - on the radar freestyle (part 2) lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
i took a xan for my flight ’cause i’m scared of heights, i’d rather sleep while i’m flyin’
he think he takin’ my spot ’cause i left for a minute, i’m back and he sleep while i’m grindin’
i know i need me some help anytime n+ggas p+ss me off, i start retreatin’ to violence
she think i’m cheatin’, but i’m in the stu’, boo, i ain’t respond ’cause my phone was on silent
she wanna f+ck me, but i’m likin’ her friend
f+ck it, let’s have a minaj
i flew to cali’, rented the maybach and ain’t even drive it, the strеss was just worth a massage
told me i could nevеr do it, but now they look stupid, i’m makin’ my mark and i ain’t even tryin’
sick of my b+tch every day, she complainin’
shut the f+ck up, just be blessed you alive (haha, b+tch, what?)
young n+gga ballin’, feel like wembanyama
i’m stephen curry, b+tch, you iguodala
i love my n+ggas like we share a mama, won’t fall out ’bout b+tches, the money, or drama
my n+gga best friend drake, but i find it so crazy ’cause he never been to toronto
but his n+gga drake don’t rap, his n+gga drake shoot sh+lls that’ll crack up a taco
i need the money quickly, vamonos, she think i’m mad but i’m chillin’
adios, real p, got b+tches lined up, dominoes
b+tch, i’m ballin’, the real definition of player, i could’ve tried out for the nba
i done got a lil’ clout, so these hoes run they mouth, if she pull up, she signin’ the nda

[part ii]

[verse]
why they hate on me? go tell ’em, “get some pape'”
he just mad he ain’t me and he can’t relate
hibachi on my plate, it was just noodles, now it’s shrimp and steak
city ain’t show love ’till i was chillin’ in a different state
my new whip an estate, it came wit’ wi+fi
he pop pills before he go and drill, his ass gon’ die high
money in yo’ hands’ll turn a b+tch on like a hotspot
lil’ bro f+cked up the business when he let hoes in the drop spot
but f+ck it, we still on the run
ever since my big bro lost his pops, his hands been on the gun
i love my daughter, told my baby mama, “i still want a son”
young and tryna do sh+t, i bought bullets ‘fore i bought a gun
lil’ bro be tryna crash out, he’ll shoot you ‘fore he shoot the ones
i ball like a pro, but this sh+t crazy, i ain’t hooped a ton
mama know her baby worth a ticket, she can’t lose her son
fifteen when i learned the game was rigged, that’s when i grew a ton
i watched these n+ggas try to grow they odds before they grew they funds
i know folks who cash out on they hoes, don’t buy sh+t for the bros
we still charge exotic for the lows, 200k off bowls
baby mama put me in this mode, get money, f+ck on hoes
might dnd my phone, ain’t nothin’ wrong, i just like goin’ ghost
b+tch, i always get the money
you could play me once, but never twice, i ain’t no f+ckin’ dummy
you ain’t gotta tell me, you would show me if you f+ckin’ love me
just off yo’ vibe, can tell you hate me, hope you know you finna’ have a hard time tryna replace me
we might f+ck, but you can’t date me
i been dyin’, you can’t save me
i been broke, and you can’t break me
i been stabbed inside my back, lil’ b+tch, i cover that wound daily
thought the grass was greener wit’ this b+tch, her side was really shady
get money, b+tch, i need it
if i’m broke, i feel defeated
n+ggas left me at the bottom, but the top was where i seated
wok’ inside the cup, i need a kickstand, i been leanin’
pull out racks in front his b+tch, she gaspin’ like she never seen it

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