“On The Radar” Freestyle 2

By Rx Papi

Released on January 12, 2024

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[Intro]

So, okay, you wanna see some macho shit?

I'm the most macho nigga out here, I'm the most-

I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here (Stupid)

I'm the whole–, I have no motherfuckin' fear, I have no fear

I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I'll do anything to protect and feed my family

And these niggas represent a threat

Dunka' owe me some money

Ayy, ayy, mhm, yeah, know how the fuck I'm comin', nigga


[Verse 1]

Ayy, ayy, you niggas know I'm with the shit

Brodie tried to–, he came straight off the bench

Broad day, face shot, we ain't doin' no attempts

We hit you and who you with, that's what hе get

He shouldn't have been with you

Niggas talk likе a small problem, but I'm a big issue

Lil' nigga, skinny as shit, but he gotta big pistol

I jumped out that car, frrt-fow, I get right with you

Leave yo' ass bleedin' on the pavement

Bet' watch what you say before you say it

Lil' nigga, we don't type shit, slidin' with that dog on that boy

He feel like Mike Vick, ridin' with that–

He tryna bite shit, yeah, he on that–

He on that Mike tee, "Papi, boy, you rollin' off that–"

Yeah, bitch, I might be


[Interlude]

Pistol on my hip, mhm

Know me, I really be–, you know, hol' on, let me sip real quick


[Verse 2]

It hit different

Sixty for a A.P., bitch, my wrist different

You know me, I walk in, handle big business

I bought seven houses, renovated six kitchens

You know I been in it

Bitch, know I been whippin', before Jay-Z and Bun

I was a big spender, and was a big pimper

And a big sender, I'ma shot–, shh, I'ma shot thrower

You niggas broke, cock blowers

Fuck wrong with you niggas? Get up off my dick

Get up out my business, push that hoe up out my mix

I'm off the Perc', I'm off the Yerc', bitch, I'm high as shit

I'm off the Perc', might hit the curve, I'm tryna fly this bitch

I'm tryna slide this bitch, I'm tryna slide 'til I see blood

Why they keep hidin' in?

These niggas talkin' on the 'Gram, but outside, I'm outside, these niggas quiet men

And all they baby momma houses' exactly where they hidin' in


[Interlude]

There's some more of the beat left, right? Aight

Word to bro


[Verse 3]

Pshh, chain icy as shit, huh

I know they mad, and they don't like me for shit

It's a button on the back, boy, I ain't fightin' for shit

If I wink at your hoe, best say, "Goodnight" to your bitch

I slide off some super–, pff, I slide off some supercharged

All you niggas stupid fraud

I cross over, then, boom, like a shootin' guard

I cross over, then–, like a–, yeah

Bitch, I'm in that kitchen, like the new LeBron

Sixty on a–, yeah, bitch, Papi got the newest arm

Aude' P on me, bitch, I'm coolin' with the newest charm

Boy–, pfft, she said she–, aight, cool, bitch, I'm movin' on

Block her number then switch to go get the newest phone

Pfft, where I lay my hat, bitch, that's my home

And what you need, nigga? You know I got it for the low

Brodie a throat slitter, as soon as I say the word, you gotta go

He might up it and blow somethin', we might roll you then smoke somethin'


[Interlude]

Nah, you gotta loop the beat, gang

You gotta loop the beat, like, you gotta loop the beat

Fuck all the talkin', I don't care, none of that, it's the–, yeah

Come on, like, what?


[Verse 4]

Ew, niggas talkin' like they killers

I'll–, hell nah, he ain't with us

Bitch, I do this for the scammers, for the robbers, for the dealers

For the–, pfft, for them dirty ass babies in the trenches

For the mommas and the daddies who be smokin', who be shootin'

For the bitches who love twerkin', pop Perc', and gettin' booted

For the youngins who ain't got no damn ambition

For that young nigga who got a .31 inside his kitchen

For that young nigga who ain't got no Jordans, but he gon' get 'em

For that one nigga who don't know how to work, so he gon' go and stick some'

For that one nigga who gon' get back for his mans, 'cause them niggas played

For that one nigga who gon' jump out with that 'K, and shoot broad day

Boy, I do this for them niggas that just like me

Standin' on that block, Amiri jeans, dirty white tee

Got dope in my nuts, I got dope in my sneaks

Momma said, "Where he at?" mom, I'm right where I'm supposed to be

I'm gettin' money, I gotta do it, I'll make somethin' happen


[Outro]

Like, word to bro

I'm off this, man, I ain't gon keep–, know what I'm sayin'?

Word to bro

Yeah, man, Dog Shit Records, man, the top dog, man

It's me, man, opps–, niggas is doin' bad, man

Niggas is livin' with your bitch, your bitch–, your bitch kickin' you out every other week

You can't put–, you can't even put yo' heat past seventy-five

If your bitch–, if you come home and ain't no food in the microwave, gang, you assed out for the night

'Cause, your bitch ain't cookin' you no food, you broke ass, sca–, you fake scammin' niggas

You niggas is–, the opps is down bad, by a landslide, they ain't gettin' back

They not standin' on business, they not doin' nothin', they can't fuck with us at all

Nigga, we unfuckwith-able, we can't be fuckin' stopped, nigga

Before Khaled, nigga, before all them niggas, nigga

We was them, I'm him, word to my mother, nigga, word to bro, nigga

Like, what the fuck?