On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch you already know
It's your boy Nino Breeze, the new face of MMG
Big 727, big Pine County representer, FLA in the building, n*gga
Let's get to it
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse]
I done been styled on so much
Probably why my heart all froze up
Give it to your blood raw, no cut
I believe in hustle, no luck
Find a n*gga realer than, no such
I'ma let my nuts hang, give no f*cks
I ain't have a f*ckin' thing when I growed up
Now the money chump change if it fold up
Sure 'nough, everybody turned they back on
Held it down, ran it up, now I'm back on
I be puttin' on for the team, man, I'm backbone
I'm the best that ever did it with a trap phone
Puttin' trust in other n*ggas never last long
Whoadie folded on me, could've been a sad song
But I found a way to shake back 'cause I'm that strong
Catch plays 'til the pack gone
f*ck hoes 'til they dead tired
Call bluff 'til the lead fly
I might go to catch a red-eye
On it up to Bed-Stuy
If it be about them dead guys
On me, I ain't scared, boy
Raw b*tch, KOD, got her legs wide
Beat her down, then she show me what the head like
Forgiatos, f*ck 'em up at the red light
That lil' money ain't enough for no fed time
Hundred thousand in a month, that's my deadline
We got nothin' to discuss if you play with mine
I got smackers in the cut, they'll go too
Droppin' dummies on anything we go through
Standin' too tall, feelin' like I'm Goku
You gon' smoke who? I send enough smoke to choke you
You got no clue what that yop or that scope do
Promise everything hold true
Promise everything 1K
I'm from a city for the gunplay
Yeah, yeah
I'ma drip through the city in a whip that's so pretty, need to put it on the runway
I don't flag, I don't pump-fake
Go to jack, get you slumped, ayy
Yeah, I be rippin' and runnin', watch me get to this money, b*tch, I'm up, f*ck they gon' say?
Give it to 'em like
Me and foolie rollin' 'round in a dually, hey
Twenty-wall shawty, gold-mouth dog, it look like Mookey
Look like Plies, look like Trick, Florida water all I spit
Hang my neck, work my wrist, load my fire, talk my sh*t
Just like this, who they gon' get with?
Cuban my chain, lookin' like Slick Rick
Cartier watch, naw, this ain't Fitbit
In this ho flood, b*tch, I'm on lit-lit
Hundred-round drum, thirty-shot di*k-di*k
And I'm gon' dump 'til they go gllt-gllt
Afghanistan sticks, boy, we totin' big sh*t
You gon' get did, you gon' get flipped, jit
Clearwater Beach, f*ckin' on thick b*tch
I'm in these streets, God as my witness
Boy, I got my wrist lit, haters got they wrist slit, huh
Say I'm fallin' off, I must've missed it, yeah
Clique full of squares, y'all pick stick
n*ggas been sick ever since I went and hit six figures
Got 'em throwin' up like when a b*tch sip liquor
No cut, I'ma tell it like it is, b*tch n*gga
Naw, I don't wanna kick sh*t with you
I don't wanna rap no more
I don't wanna vibe, I don't want a CD, n*gga
Catch me at the trap, oh, no
I was in a cell, couldn't get a picture in the mail
Couldn't get a dollar on the books
When I touch land and I go to f*ckin' up these bands
I'ma make 'em feel it when they look
Spent like thirty grand bustin' down the bezel and the band
Dome a n*gga 'fore I get it took
Twenty-kilo gram, papi want three hundred when it land
First we gotta make sure that it cook
I don't understand why these n*ggas think a n*gga playin'
Know I went and got it out the streets
Homie, I'm a beast, that's a two-door with four seats
Black on black, who could it be? That n*gga Breeze
[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch, you already know what time it is, boy
Came through and rapped this b*tch real quick
Yes, sir