[Intro: Gabe P & Ray Vaughn]
Yessir baby
On The Radar radio freestyles
Yo, Ray Vaughn, back in the building for part two
Ima step out, he gon' step in
Ight? Let’s go
Aye
Crash out missions, this intuition
I am not tripping, I black out vivd
I pass out bitches to all my n***as
It's Vaughn!
On The Radar
Ahhshurr
Hey, look

[Verse: Ray Vaughn]
My Cody was purchasing, he copping them pleas
He should have got home from the popular trees
Top Dawg, bitch, I'm a popular breed
In front of the counter like chopping the cheese
Swinging a bow like I'm in Dukes of Hazard
Serial killer, she bet I'ma stab her
Checking my camera roll, it look like Brazzers
She want a G, I'm a packer
That's the type of shit I crash out for
Welcome to Long Beach, better lock the back door
Bitch, I'm a project n***a to the core
If you highlight a reel, then you better keep score
Everybody sleeping on Vaughn
Like your cousin at your grandma house, on your living room floor
Flat minded n***a, like a quick underscore
'Cause a Glock got a switch like a big booty whore
Latina bitch, she was fucking on me then she went hit the homie
I told her, "Cool beans"
One thing I don't do, is trip on a burger
She bend that shit over, I'm a whole QB
She don't got followers but she got purpose
I'm gassing her up, she a whole QT
My little baby, my little baby
That's my little baby, she can sign to QC
Got a little money and I caught me a wide body
You see how they try to fat shame?
Regulate lames, I ain't no regular n***a
And this ain't no regular chain
Hoe, you is normal, you giving regular brain
Fuck with me, I'll put your head in the game
Work till you ain't got to tell 'em your name
Or you just a lizard, you scaling in vain
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I can't stop cracking
Too many BMs, I don't know which one calling
Might need a life jacket
Flood my DMs if you trying to be one tomorrow
Look like I'm life hacking
Ain't your type and I woke up balling
Broke n***as price matching
Best my bitch, I could buy her tomorrow

[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]
He flexing, let's see if he could do that in the coffin
McDonalds drive-thru, that n***a ran out of sauces
Brokey, yeah the flavor retire
Got hoes naked with the pirates
Bitch, I've been cooking with Kiya
A ghetto Madonna who think she katana
A big booty bitch in a bonnet
She think she get rich, she was turning a sonic
Think we was friends? It was never platonic
Hanging with me, n***a, you should be honored
You wasn't supposed to when you like Donald
Popping your gangster grills, we aim at your DJ
It's drama, you know we got problems
It's up
All of my gold, it got Jaundice
I'm rich as a fuck
If I ever go broke, I could go back to robbing
Batman's promise
Twelve pulled me over yesterday
Pulled 10 bands out, I am not a minority
Bitch, I don't do well with authority
Unless it was housing authority
[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
I can't stop cracking
Too many BMs, I don't know which one calling
Might need a life jacket
Flood my DMs if you trying to be one tomorrow
Broke n***as life hacking
Ain't your type but I woke up balling
Broke n***as price matching
Bitch, I can buy her tomorrow
It's Vaughn!