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 doggy hit me, like, "I'm like glad you're still goin' in this shit"
I'm like "The f..ck is I'm gon' go?"
The last four years I had to hit
At least three thousand hoes"
I stretch her out, then switch my clothes
I'm tryna bust every speaker in my Rolls
I'm big and back off syrup
My ex BD a penny pincher, ain't never seen no money
I tell her straight just how it is, that's why the 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
They sent my doggy down, 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, f..ck niggas can't stand it
Caught a bad ho in transit, huh, yeah
Quick blue and red like I studied at Kansas
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? (Psssh)
Who told you you should ever have a care, 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 moon and 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 f..ck 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 with cranium just like Bane
Carbon in a Rolls Royce, Maybach came green
In case I evade taxes, don't put 'em in my name
Yeah