On The Radar Freestyle

Yes sir, baby
On The Radar Radio Freestyles, yo
The one, the only Aj Tracey is in the building
West London is in the building
The UK is in the building
I'ma step out, he gon' step in and kill this shit
Aight? Let's go

Gra, gra
Ayy, G Trace-O in the building
West London in the building
NYC to LDN, you get me?
All the mandem stand up, free my brothers

Yo, look
I told bro let it go and I meant it
I don't care if this car gets dented
I paid full price and this 'star ain't rented
I'm in the backseat, windows tint up
No drink up, but them shots, we sent it
I got a thirst for revenge, I'll quench it
Told the plug, throw me big weight, I'll bench it
I'm in the whip with a bad gyal, lurkin'
No RiRi, I got this one workin'
Never had to take girls to the Shard or Bond Street
But the same ting still gurkin'
Djokovic for the love I'm serving
If it's blue lights in the rear, I'm swerving
From the muds you can be certain
I've been around crocodile teeth like Irwin

I will step, but I show, won't battle
I'm too solid, so I can't be rattled
And if a nerd wants beef, I'ma cook that
Drop pins, I'ma bring wagyu cattle
You're not the guy that I heard on Spotify
You're not the guy that I heard on Apple
This one's not a normal barrel
I'll show man red like an awful tackle
I don't put me on drill, it's easy
Like you bro, you're way too easy
You can't tell me about opps and the scoreboard
Them man can never be points, they're freebies
Got two twins living in Doha, want cobra
But they're way too greedy
My young Gs stay around in the motor
If we touch metal, you ain't seein' no genie
Made rocks do rolls, like Coldplay
We are hot boys and our wrists come freezin'
If you mention my name in a track, you're bleeding
None of my ones need reasons
You never knew that a static cost money
And tryna catch man's never gonna bring Ps in
Hands-free, edge quid for a squeezin'
Forty-eight hours for an addy', I'm seizin'

Glee, glee
I told bro let it go and I meant it
I don't care if this car gets dented
I paid full price and this 'star ain't rented
I'm in the backseat, windows tint up
No drink up, but them shots, we sent it
I got a thirst for revenge, I'll quench it
Told the plug, throw me big weight, I'll bench it
I'm in the whip with a bad gyal, lurkin'
No RiRi, I got this one workin'
Never had to take girls to the Shard or Bond Street
But the same ting still gurkin'
Djokovic for the love I'm serving
If it's blue lights in the rear, I'm swerving
From the muds you can be certain
I've been around crocodile teeth like Irwin