Rx Papi - "On The Radar" Freestyle 2
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{intro}
So, okay, you wanna see some macho shit?
I'm the most macho nigga out here, i'm the most-
I thought you niggas knew, i'm the most thuggish nigga out here (stupid)
I'm the whole-, i have no motherfuckin' fear, i have no fear
I have only ambition, and i want mine, and i'll do anything to protect and feed my family
And these niggas represent a threat
Dunka' owe me some money
{verse 1}
Ayy, ayy, mhm, motherfuckin' comin', nigga
Ayy, ayy, niggas know i'm with the shit
Brodie dropped– pfft, he came straight off the bench
Broad day, face shot, we ain't doin' no attempts
We hit you and who you with, that's what he gеt
He shouldn't have been with you
Niggas talk like a small problеm, but i'm a big issue
Lil' nigga, skinny as shit, but he got big pistol
I jump out that car, pfft-pow, i get right with you
Leave yo' ass bleedin' on the pavement
Bet' watch what you say before you say it
Lil' nigga we'on type shit, slidin' with that dog on that boy
He feel like mike vick, ridin' with that–
He tryna bite shit, yeah, he on that–
He on that mike tee, "probably, boy, you rollin' off that–"
Yeah, bitch, i might be
{interlude}
Pistol on my hip, mhm
Know me, i really be–, y'know, hol' on, let me sip real quick
{verse 2}
It hit different
Sixty for a ap, bitch, my wrist different
You know me, i walk in, handle big business
I bought seven houses, renovated six kitchens
You know i been in it
Bitch, know i been whippin', before jay-z and bun
I was a big spender, and was a big pimper
And a big sender, i'ma shot–, pfft, i'ma shot thrower
You niggas broke, cock blowers
Fuck wrong with you niggas? get up off my dick
Get up out my business, push that hoe up out my mix
I'm off the perc', i'm off the yerc', bitch, i'm high as shit
I'm off the perc', might hit the curve, i'm tryna fly this bitch
I'm tryna slide this bitch, i'm tryna slide 'til i see blood
Why they keep hidin', none?
These niggas talkin' on the 'gram, but outside, i'm outside, these niggas quiet, man
And all they baby momma houses' is exactly where they hidin' in
{interlude}
There's some more of the beat left, right? aight
Word to bro
{verse 3}
Pshh, chain icy as shit, huh
I know they mad, and they don't like me for shit
It's a button on the back, boy, i ain't fightin' for shit
If i wink at your hoe, best say, "goodnight" to your bitch
I slide off some super–, pff, i slide off some supercharged
All you niggas stupid fraud
I cross over, then, boom, like a shootin' guard
I cross over, then–, like a–, yeah
Bitch, i'm in that kitchen, like the new lebron
Sixty on a–, yeah, bitch, papi got the newest arm
Aude' p on me, bitch, i'm coolin' with the newest charm
Boy–, pfft, she said she–, aight, cool, bitch, i'm movin' on
Block her number then switch to go get the newest phone
Pfft, where i lay my hat, bitch, that's my home
And what you need, nigga? you know i got it for the low
Brodie a throat slitter, as soon as i say the word, you gotta go
He might up it and blow somethin', we might roll you then smoke somethin'
{interlude}
Nah, you gotta loop the beat, gang
You gotta loop the beat, like, you gotta loop the beat
Fuck all the talkin', i don't care, none of that, it's the–, yeah
Come on, like, what?
{verse 4}
Ew, niggas talkin' like they killers
I'll–, hell nah, he ain't with us
Bitch, i do this for the scammers, for the robbers, for the dealers
For the–, pfft, for them dirty ass babies in the trenches
For the mommas and the daddies who be smokin', who be shootin'
For the bitches who love twerkin', pop perc', and gettin' booted
For the youngins who ain't got no damn ambition
For that young nigga who got a .31 inside his kitchen
For that young nigga who ain't got no jordans, but he gon' get 'em
For that one nigga who don't know how to work, so he gon' go and stick some
For that one nigga who gon' get back for his mans, 'cause them niggas played
For that one nigga who gon' jump out with that 'k, and shoot broad day
Boy, i do this for them niggas that just like me
Standin' on that block, amiri jeans, dirty white tee
Got dope in my nuts, i got dope in my sneaks
Momma said, "where he at?", mom, i'm right where i'm supposed to be
I'm gettin' money, i gotta do it, i'll make somethin' happen
{outro}
Like, word to bro
I'm off this, man, i ain't gon keep–, 'know what i'm sayin'?
Word to bro
Yeah, man, dog shit records, man, the top dog, man
It's me, man, opps–, niggas is doin' bad, man
Niggas is livin' with your bitch, your bitch–, your bitch kickin' you out every other week
You can't put–, you can't even put yo' heat past seventy-five
If your bitch–, if you come home and ain't no food in the microwave, gang, you assed out for the night
'cause, your bitch ain't cookin' you no food, you broke ass, sca–, you fake scammin' niggas
You niggas is–, the opps is down bad, by a landslide, they ain't gettin' back
They not standin' on business, they not doin' nothin', they can't fuck with us at all
Nigga, we unfuckwith-able, we can't be fuckin' stopped, nigga
Before khaled, nigga, before all them niggas, nigga
We was them, i'm him, word to my mother, nigga, word to bro, nigga
Like, what the fuck?
{intro}
So, okay, you wanna see some macho shit?
I'm the most macho nigga out here, i'm the most-
I thought you niggas knew, i'm the most thuggish nigga out here (stupid)
I'm the whole-, i have no motherfuckin' fear, i have no fear
I have only ambition, and i want mine, and i'll do anything to protect and feed my family
And these niggas represent a threat
Dunka' owe me some money
{verse 1}
Ayy, ayy, mhm, motherfuckin' comin', nigga
Ayy, ayy, niggas know i'm with the shit
Brodie dropped– pfft, he came straight off the bench
Broad day, face shot, we ain't doin' no attempts
We hit you and who you with, that's what he gеt
He shouldn't have been with you
Niggas talk like a small problеm, but i'm a big issue
Lil' nigga, skinny as shit, but he got big pistol
I jump out that car, pfft-pow, i get right with you
Leave yo' ass bleedin' on the pavement
Bet' watch what you say before you say it
Lil' nigga we'on type shit, slidin' with that dog on that boy
He feel like mike vick, ridin' with that–
He tryna bite shit, yeah, he on that–
He on that mike tee, "probably, boy, you rollin' off that–"
Yeah, bitch, i might be
{interlude}
Pistol on my hip, mhm
Know me, i really be–, y'know, hol' on, let me sip real quick
{verse 2}
It hit different
Sixty for a ap, bitch, my wrist different
You know me, i walk in, handle big business
I bought seven houses, renovated six kitchens
You know i been in it
Bitch, know i been whippin', before jay-z and bun
I was a big spender, and was a big pimper
And a big sender, i'ma shot–, pfft, i'ma shot thrower
You niggas broke, cock blowers
Fuck wrong with you niggas? get up off my dick
Get up out my business, push that hoe up out my mix
I'm off the perc', i'm off the yerc', bitch, i'm high as shit
I'm off the perc', might hit the curve, i'm tryna fly this bitch
I'm tryna slide this bitch, i'm tryna slide 'til i see blood
Why they keep hidin', none?
These niggas talkin' on the 'gram, but outside, i'm outside, these niggas quiet, man
And all they baby momma houses' is exactly where they hidin' in
{interlude}
There's some more of the beat left, right? aight
Word to bro
{verse 3}
Pshh, chain icy as shit, huh
I know they mad, and they don't like me for shit
It's a button on the back, boy, i ain't fightin' for shit
If i wink at your hoe, best say, "goodnight" to your bitch
I slide off some super–, pff, i slide off some supercharged
All you niggas stupid fraud
I cross over, then, boom, like a shootin' guard
I cross over, then–, like a–, yeah
Bitch, i'm in that kitchen, like the new lebron
Sixty on a–, yeah, bitch, papi got the newest arm
Aude' p on me, bitch, i'm coolin' with the newest charm
Boy–, pfft, she said she–, aight, cool, bitch, i'm movin' on
Block her number then switch to go get the newest phone
Pfft, where i lay my hat, bitch, that's my home
And what you need, nigga? you know i got it for the low
Brodie a throat slitter, as soon as i say the word, you gotta go
He might up it and blow somethin', we might roll you then smoke somethin'
{interlude}
Nah, you gotta loop the beat, gang
You gotta loop the beat, like, you gotta loop the beat
Fuck all the talkin', i don't care, none of that, it's the–, yeah
Come on, like, what?
{verse 4}
Ew, niggas talkin' like they killers
I'll–, hell nah, he ain't with us
Bitch, i do this for the scammers, for the robbers, for the dealers
For the–, pfft, for them dirty ass babies in the trenches
For the mommas and the daddies who be smokin', who be shootin'
For the bitches who love twerkin', pop perc', and gettin' booted
For the youngins who ain't got no damn ambition
For that young nigga who got a .31 inside his kitchen
For that young nigga who ain't got no jordans, but he gon' get 'em
For that one nigga who don't know how to work, so he gon' go and stick some
For that one nigga who gon' get back for his mans, 'cause them niggas played
For that one nigga who gon' jump out with that 'k, and shoot broad day
Boy, i do this for them niggas that just like me
Standin' on that block, amiri jeans, dirty white tee
Got dope in my nuts, i got dope in my sneaks
Momma said, "where he at?", mom, i'm right where i'm supposed to be
I'm gettin' money, i gotta do it, i'll make somethin' happen
{outro}
Like, word to bro
I'm off this, man, i ain't gon keep–, 'know what i'm sayin'?
Word to bro
Yeah, man, dog shit records, man, the top dog, man
It's me, man, opps–, niggas is doin' bad, man
Niggas is livin' with your bitch, your bitch–, your bitch kickin' you out every other week
You can't put–, you can't even put yo' heat past seventy-five
If your bitch–, if you come home and ain't no food in the microwave, gang, you assed out for the night
'cause, your bitch ain't cookin' you no food, you broke ass, sca–, you fake scammin' niggas
You niggas is–, the opps is down bad, by a landslide, they ain't gettin' back
They not standin' on business, they not doin' nothin', they can't fuck with us at all
Nigga, we unfuckwith-able, we can't be fuckin' stopped, nigga
Before khaled, nigga, before all them niggas, nigga
We was them, i'm him, word to my mother, nigga, word to bro, nigga
Like, what the fuck?
