On The Radar (Bonus|Explicit) - Ice Spice

Lyrics by：RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Dharan Basavaraj

Composed by：RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Dharan Basavaraj

Produced by：RIOTUSA/Chrissaves/Solomon Newman-Whyt

Yes sir baby On the Radar Radio Freestyles

Yo the BX's in the buildin' Ice Spice's in the buildin'

I'ma step out she gon' step in and kill this **** aight

Let's go

Is that Chris

Stop playin' wit' 'em Riot

You a stranger I feel like **** changed

I'm different I don't feel the same

I'm a smoochie like you cannot change me

Trendin' topic like you cannot blame me

Goin' up so I feel like they hate me

Oh she gangster

But she cannot face me

Hear the chatter but I'm never switchin'

It don't matter I know my **** different

In the end that I know that I'm good

Understand that I'm misunderstood

And the plan to get bro out the hood

I be fiendin' to dump on a *****

And I know that she bumpin' my ****

In the comments they eatin' my d**k

Remember they didn't believe in a *****

I be thinkin' 'bout me and you *******

I be readin' your text and I dub it

You be leadin' me on I'm like "**** it"

Act like you don't but I know that you love it

And he fiendin' he know my name buzzin'

From The Bronx so I got it from nothin'

I'm what they want so I got it it's comin'

I'm in front of the race that we runnin'

You a stranger I feel like **** changed

I'm different I don't feel the same

I'm a smoochie like you cannot change me

Trendin' topic like you cannot blame me

Goin' up so I feel like they hate me

Oh she gangster

But she cannot face me

Hear the chatter but I'm never switchin'

It don't matter I know my **** different

Damn you was my heart you a stranger

How you turn love into anger

Like you wanna **** wit' that ***** from Decatur

Like I don't want you wit' a ***** I'm a hate her

And I put it all past me

Would **** your bro but I don't let him gas me

I got angels they watchin'

**** that I'm doin' there's nobody stoppin'

They say that I'm next but it's cool 'cause I know that

Sayin' you love me then show that

Old friends they watchin' they sendin' me throwbacks

Soon as I make it they know I can't go back

I got feelings but I never show 'em

I don't talk about it I just smoke 'em

Goin' through **** I don't think I just go numb

Soon as I hop in the booth I'ma go numb

Grrah