the millyz "on the radar" freestyle (part 2) - millyz lyrics
[prod tag]
next stop is on the radar radio. stand clear of the closing doors please. yeah
[intro]
yes sir baby on the radar, radio freestyle’s yo millie’s back in the building for part 2 imma step out, he gon’ step in, aight? let’s go
light work no fetty in these 5’s these the right perks chrome lenses on my eyes she a big thot i still hit it like she mine
[body 1]
look tre five with the grabba in it sprinkle one of you rappers in it who ride with a package in it 30 on me like half a minutе never been with no rapper gimmick i sеrve sh*t like a match in tennis back to backin the lackers tenant hit it from the back and get back to buisness i’m with known k!llers, i’m a go*getter, hit s*xy red with her leg up while i’m tongue kissing on glorilla fet saying im with dope dealers 10 holes in the dope villa cocaine that’s straight white that’s instagram’s no filter yeah, uh, cmb and we rap harder rap like this i won’t diss him back i hit his mom be his step father jewelry on me like dan baller cuban on me, whole gang shining ap with no blood diamonds but i still be on gang timing look, if i go tonight, i live to go to life and if i fall, if i could trap cause i still know the price and if it’s beef, i ain’t gon’ tweet or get on no device
[body 2]
i know your type, you known too type i get them left cause it’s only right i bust laps in that fed yard before i ever let you suckers play ironically they’ll air you out until you suffocate look if something is stuck this way i got 50 rounds in this truck today look i ain’t giving no f*ck today i said, hold up, look, light work
[body 3]
no fetty in these fives, these the right perks chrome lenses on my eyes, she a big thot i still hit it like she mine, ap wristw*tch, ain’t gotta put it on to shine, b*tch strip club in my element, i throw ten thousand in singles ten hoes tryna lock in, but them b*tches know that i’m single real rap in my catalog, i’m not known for no jingle roll fresh out the can, but for them chips, he a poppin’ top like pringles i get big love in the trenches, big love in the burbs too six hundred i swerve through
[outro]
i could get you them birds too, p*ssy talkin’ bout merc who? i’ll put his people on curfew, i choke him out til he turn blue i have it feelin’ like a purge too, i ain’t tryna be rude b*tch i ain’t messin’ with you b*tch, aquarius for my juice b*tch gemini how my mood switch? yeah, hoes give me my flowers, i want two lips i said hoes give me my flowers, i need two, yeah princess diana in the coupe, this b*tch is that gorgeous me and soba back to back, we racin’ red porsches count a hundred thousand blues up in these air forces count a hundred thousand blues up in these
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