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