On The Radar Concrete Cypher Lyrics

I done wrote this verse up in my pad, this shit don't get no realer

Keep my circle, fuck nigga free, I move just like Glorilla

Promoter takin' Kodak pictures, I just need my Skrilla

Linked up with two Spanish hoes, their skin a dark vanilla

Yeah, but they can't touch my pockets

I don't never cross my plugs, and I don't stick forks in sockets

You got your rings and switched up, snitchin' like Jeremy Shockey

Posted up with the mob, runshit like A$AP Rocky

She wanna tag along, but she can't pay the fee

Mr. 2xx always fly, drip like the seven seas

You and your clique peas in the pot, just tiny weak and green

Stay with Yasin, mobandz & 4LA

We made a dream team, den seen things

But never let that shit knock me off my path

Didn't think rap would work, I gotta thank my dad

Tell me son if you don't drop, I'm puttin' Bell to ass

5,000 streams in two months, nigga I was just a class

Smartest in the room, causing hell, incredible like Dash

Lemon Butter salmon, sautéed shrimp with a side of mash

Charred grilled oysters, champagne glasses, yea we livin' lavish

Blade dancin' on the ice, playin' like Mason McTavish

Yeah, Shawty might be bad, but I can't hit her though

Runnin' plays in the trap, we gotta pick and roll

Might change it up for more bucks, and run a give and go

If we fuck, you gotta know, I'm not cuttin' off my hoes

Posted up with sticks, protectin' the fort just like the Alamo

Real nigga is my status quo, the guys with me you gotta know

Fight til you the last nigga standin', shout out Geronimo

Cross me, we playin' kid games, I gotta tag his toe

New whip came with the pink slip, the hood wrapped in a bow

When you die, that's it, ain't no comin' back nigga, this is not the crow

In the game like Shaq, 100 overall, best nigga on the floor

Told the hoes with T-shirt, contest 2K, it's on the floor

Count hundreds and fifties, big old titties, I'm choosin' cash for sure

Always bout my bag for sure, lame nigga like you don't want no money

He choosin' motorboat, that's why you always sittin' broke

In this game, I'm tryna be a legend, I'm goin' past the pro

Baby, I'm not payin' for your wig, might buy some lashes though

Punches back to back, stingin' the beat, yeah, this that Cassius flow

Niggas really evil, they be deceitful, so I don't hang with people

Yeah, you might rap nigga, I make music, you is not my equal

My first two tapes was the intro, it's time to start the sequel

She got 2x on her shirt, but her size a medium

Turn his potna' into dust, they speakin' through a medium

PV hoe want fuck, she teasin' it

Once I cop that chain, I'm freezin' it

I can't leave my pop, I needed it

Beat the bell like Adrian Peterson

Look up in my trunk, it's a P in it

YSL, I'm pushin' p's

1200 on the Monclear coat, icy white like Mr. Freeze

Shit

you know what the fuck it is, nigga, 2xx shit

4LA shit

Yeah

Hmm

I done sold a green nigga a pound for like 11,000

Bad bitch never seen the finer things

She wanna ride in a Audi

Hotel, she wake me up with head

Her top just like some Folgers

Nothing but red up in my cup, no coffee on my coaster

Fly as fuck on Sundays, rock out in penny loafers

I done poured an unsafe amount of Trish this last week

White boy make the birds in the trap sing like Max B

Me and my bitch stay together like Ruby and Max B

One call, I be right there like Taxi's

Just cause I fuck you don't have to harass me

Pourin' up in styrofoam no plastic

Bad bitch wear glasses, but she ratchet

White hoe, blonde hair, put her in a pageant

Rappin' on these beats with a passion

Once I get them pounds, I'm Taxing

Once we grab them Mops, we waxing

That nigga be lookin' dumb on the court

He belong on Shaqton

Only one with blocks up in Brooklyn

Feel like Nick Claxton

Shit

Don't forget the 2xx, nigga, 4LA shit

Shit