Lil Yachty - On The Radar Freestyle

{Intro}
Yeah, baby (But, no matter where you are)
I ain't payin’ for shit (There's beauty)
Go ask that other nigga (Sweet, sweet, music)

{Verse 1}
My dawgy hit me, like, "I'm like glad you’re still goin' in this shit"
I'm like, "The fuck is I'm gon' go? The last four years I had a hit"
At least three thousand hoes
I stretch out, then switch my clothes
I'm tryna bust every speaker in my Rolls
I'm big, and back off syrup
Her ex BD a penny pincher, ain't never seen no money
I tell her straight just how it is, that’s why them people love me
These niggas think thеy big and bad, I see straight through they bluff (Huh)
Jiggin’ like I'm Puff
My hand crampin’, I just counted up a million
Wе send 'em straight to any nigga, yeah, his mom, civilian
That's how my dawgy died, he fried, he'll kill children
Another paper cut from countin’ millions
It's the bank breaker (Yeah)
It's the Rolls skrrter, bitch tipper, drank sipper
Yeah, it's the Balenci' bandit, fuck niggas can't stand it
Caught a bad ho in transit
Quick blue and red like I studied at Kanas
Hit every bad ho on state campus (Yeah)
Don't give me mouth, just give me mouth, ho
Yeah, who told you life was fair, bitch?
Who told you you should ever have a kid, bitch? (Huh)
Put that dub in the air, bitch
Watch it fall on a freak ho
Yeah, bust her back 'til her sheets soaked
All this cake make a Catholic bitch deep throat (Huh)
In the summer with a Mink coat (Huh, yeah)
Keep it on me when they book shows (Keep it— Uh)

{Segue}
Yeah, ayy, look, it's us
Look, uh
Shh, look

{Verse 2}
High as the mornin' stars, I can see Allah
I ain't sleepin' over tires screechin', even if I'm geekin'
He got no job, so he able to fuck you every weekend
The truth leakin', she started peakin', I'm gettin' all the Lipton
Ayy, nigga, how dare you talk that swag? That ain't even your lane
Kick in his door, mask up his cranium just like bang
Carbon in a Rolls Royce, Maybach came green
In case I invade tax, don't put 'em in my name, yeah