Fed Up (On The Radar Freestyle)

[Verse]
Stunna better, pretty dilemma
My bitch wetter, I know they fed up
Pockets fat, walk around with a stack
I'm petty, let's go tit-for-tat
I'm stingy, can't give up this cat
Big bucks, Milwaukee
I shut bitches up, stop talkin'
"Stunna Sandy, like how you so pretty?"
"Stunna Sandy, like how you so bad?"
"I think you got these bitches mad"
Losin' they shit and they can't get it back
I got million dollar plans, I need my bread in advance
He like the way that I dance, he tryna get in my pants
Really, n***as be pissin' me off
Put that shit on, he tryna take it off
He like, "Damn bae, how your skin is so soft?"
Smokin' good gas, I can't hold in my cough
All of my money in colors
We be sneakin' at night, under covers
You can't finesse a finesser
I got a good eye for a sucker
Move back, shooter got two straps
He let it— He let it clap
I control what I can
If he in my legs, why you call him yo man?
I'm sick of the cold, catch a flight to the yams
Off-White [?] just matchin' my [?]
Collectin' my money like Sam
Free all the bad bitches locked in the jam
I'm cookin' the [?] in my pan
Runnin' it up, I need more than some bands
I might pose for the cameras, I got my bands up
I need it now, I'm throwin' a tantrum
G-Wag', the tan truck