[ Featuring On The Radar ]
Yeah
Ay, ay
I'm a dime, super fine
Make these niggas wait in line
Don't got no check, won't get no time
Yo chance with me, yea that's over
Real designer lover, Pucci muva
Wife beater, coochie cutters
Gucci shades, don't see these pussy motherf*ckers, f*ck ya
If you ever try to cross me out, just know it's stuck there
I ain't got no heart, so ain't no motherf*ckin' love there
Diamonds on me drippin, I'ma make these f*ckers flood yeah
Flood yeah, I'm a thug, yeah
None of these rappers can check me
Run circles around them, no track meet
Happily, bitches scrappy
My boots be Maison Margeila Tabi
On them labbies
No wig, just some Trick Dady braids that's nappy
Steady trappin, hella traffic
Now tell them labels tap in
Hold up, let me switch tones
Hatin' bitches get gone
Lookin' for your nigga chest, so I can shit and piss on
Always got that shit on, just to get my flick on
Do this for my sister, and I do this for my first born
OK, do this for my sister, and I do this for my first born
OK, do this for my sister, and I do this for my first born
Fine, fine, lemon-lime, keep niggas on my trail
Got these bitches pressed, so I make they niggas send me Zelle
I've been off the radar, bitches thought I was in jail
Bitches thought I was gon' fail
Pop back out, still fresh as hell
Yeah, yeah
Still got my foot on they neck
My cat still is the best
I put up 7K for the breast
After my son come out the next
I am way too blessed to be stressed
I got plenty ways to get checks
Ha, mix me in with them dollars
Just don't mix me in with no mess
In the red zone
No bread, Friend zone
Still bad, wig off, or the wig on
Dark skin, black bone
These bitches be my clones
Get clapped, fix your mouth wrong
Kill any beat I rap on
Yeah
