Radio Song

This is anti clean rap, nigga where the green at?

RZA take your sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags

Not what you're used to, bitch I rep the bluza

And the label fools gold, jeans with medusas

Bitches wanna scoop us, their pussy like loofahs

Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters

Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna choose us

These stupid ass niggas wouldn't know what to do

So they copy wack niggas that's what they made you

The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fail

Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales

So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single

That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle

A smash crowd banger, play it all night long

You never get on, without a radio song

So this my radio song

She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf

Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse

Songs with no villains, but she feel my thang on her

Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'm a make it rain on her

Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk

Skeet skeet, on the walls and her skirt

She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting

But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't tricking'

Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly

Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain't above that

Ice cream paint job, send me with the...