On The Radar Freestyle LUCKI

[Part I: We Don't Give a Fuck]

[Intro]
...talkin' in the beginning but I was sayin' when I wrote the fuckin' shit
So like, I can't do that if I'ma do a On The Radar
So it's like, all the point was lost
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got Joe Pesci with me in the passenger seat
Nigga like you'll let him sit behind you
For sure you would
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Money for war, I'm sleepin' on the edge of the seat
Shorty'll text and only try to call if you need
I'm in tactical Balenci', look like army fatigue
Gotta go by mob rules, 'cause you a product of me
Fuck an arm's reach, that flamethrower right underneath
Georgia plates on the truck but it got Florida seats
Orangе addy, I'm geeked, tryna slow up the lean
Young rich junkiе, the high was all a part of the dream
I hate London, 'cause cash don't run that thing
She got morals and I got Chanel for free
Codeine smugglin' on private, they done saw worse things
Live in the mix, I'm blind doin' my end of the street
You get a TEC, that youngin' probably callin' for me
We don't leave it to the raps, 'cause we was already cheesed
I got blood in my eyes, they be callin' it grief
If you ever felt a bullet, you would think 'fore you speak
If you think you could take a fully, you could say what you please
Money made me a bully, gotta stay from the weak
I had three different primes and I'm still on three
Told her separate the lies from protectin' your peace
Reckless a reach, a nigga better play what he teach
Play what he talk, got Wock' and it's safe in the vault
I'm like Pluto, Slime, and Wayne, they be mistakin' me for 'em
They would've never caused that pain, they knew it was makin' you stronger
They ain't never gon' respect it 'til you takin' it from 'em, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, used to be my dawg, you would split the Xan with me
Flamin' to the opps, get holed in the can with me
When LUCKI 'bout to drop, you lie to the fans with me
Fuck everybody, the mafia stand with me
I don't even miss the Wock', 'cause niggas been playin' with it