Sleepy Hallow - On The Radar Freestyle (PART 2)

[PART 1]

She said she don't need a lot, just a little bit
She gonna call me handy man, how I'm drillin' it
I thought that she was celibate, now we fuckin' on the low, and I ain't tellin' shit
I don't mention it
Face card, told that bitch my name was Jake from State Farm
I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt
Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my cock hard
Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer "rockstar"
Knock knock, baby I'm at your door with my .40
Said why you stressin' nigga? You was just ignorin' me
[?] nigga corny, just call me when you horny
Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me
I said I wish it was more of you
But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move
I'm in the stu', girl my process is impeccable
Like chеck the views, nigga, who they rеally listen to?
Nigga me and you
She said a bag is [?], 'fore she go on any trip
I know she was a dime, but she on some penny shit
I pulled up in a cab, they don't know what Suburban is
I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids
But fuck it, make an order, got my .30 servin' shit
Girl I don't want your love, but thank you for your services
I been through way too much, and that shit hurt me permanent, like
[?] pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it
I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh
Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans
She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands
Uh, them niggas fake, don't need no friends
[PART 2]

Been in my feelings a little
[?] pass, I don't know why I dribble
Said she love me, I'm stuck in the middle
Not my bitch, but we fuckin' a little
Backdoor, I gotta watch how I walk
I ain't regular, watch how you talk
Take that shit off, cause I put that shit on
How the fuck is you wrong or strong?
Don't give me love, baby that ain't for me
You was in the house like Cory
I was outside with .9s and .40s
I was tryna— look
I was outside, tryna get up with opps
Make a movie, but this ain't a prop
My heart big, but it been through a lot
Lil' bitch, lemme tackle the box
Keep it low, I ain't makin' it hot
Girl you bad, you gonna shake up the spot
And these bitches gonna stay with the—
And these niggas gonna stay with a smile
Like, girl what's your favorite song?
Let me see your favorite thong
I'm high as shit, on bro
I might destroy my favorite bone
But nah, we don't do those
I hit an opp, you hit an opp, we yellin' Kudos
I'm tryna take this shit to Mars, nigga Bruno
And baby you know I'm a boss, call me [?]
Call me— look
She want Chanel, Dior Dior
Said she worth it, baby is you sure?
Would you love me if shit go wrong?
Would you love me if I go poor?
Top floor in my [?], tryna make a movie, damn
Brand new choppa, shooting shit same size as Lil Uzi
That lil freaky cutie, she like show me your booty
She said it's yours truly, she got me all [?]
Lil bro a jerk, he pop a perc, he on the fuckin' moon
Almost shot my own mans, he wouldn't fuckin' move
These bitches pick and choose, swipe and skip with different dudes
I took some Ls, but I'm still winnin', don't get shit confused
[Outro]
Damn

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