Radio - Berner

You know I get it, pretty girls keep ya boy fitted

Cattin off in my new shit, fuck a speed limit

Doing 90, spend a week in Hawaii

Blow 50 on a new chain, the feds wanna fine me

The radio probably won’t play this

But the homies in the pen gon' bang it

The coke made me famous

This handgun is stainless, 24 karat gold

That vintage shit you rock, it’s plated

A few million dollar companies, I created

Got me up late night, feeling all anxious

Break a brick open, taste it

I go through phases

Latin girls and Asians, exchanging fuck faces

I made a couple hundred grand out my basement

20 lights had me high outside and sliding in my spaceship

ATL, Las Vegas and Texas

Let’s make a toast, we done got rich together

They won’t play this on the radio (naw)

All I talk about is yayo (yeah)

20 grams on my scale (yeah)

A hundred piece in the mail yo

Politicking late night where the fiends are

Pulling out exotic smoke, out the weed jar

M6 BMR pour.

up til the leans gone

501 jeans on, baby told me keep going

Met her at the strip club, she live across the bridge

Left her man, he a sucka, he ain’t about his biz

I seen shit to make the average man flip out

Is he really real?

Would he really sit down?

20 sacks and try and keep all my hundreds

Imma buy ‘em all, and put ‘em up while it’s flooded

When it’s dry, I’m the man again, pop an Ativan

Hit the mall, see my line on a mannequin

Lost a pack again, now I’m panicking

Why this happening?

It’s hard to get the package in

Trafficking, makes me never want to rap again

You won’t hear this on the radio, during traffic jam

They won’t play this on the radio (naw)

All I talk about is yayo (yeah)

20 grams on my scale (yeah)

A hundred piece in the mail yo

Radio, radio, radio

Yayo, yayo, yayo

Scale, scale, scale

Mail yo, mail yo, mail yo