“On The Radar” Freestyle lyrics

[On The Radar]
Yes sir baby we're On The Radar
Radio freestyles, yo' Kill Dyll in the building
I'm step out he gon' step in and body this aight?
Let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My flow is too fatal, I'll leave them deceased
Money like Jordan's, it don't ever crease
My soul is not sold, I just have it on lease
And These f*ckers that hate me are all f*cking weak
Taking a peek and their numbers are small
Now look at my pockets, my money is tall
Saitama I hit him just once and they fall
Watch him so tough while I rip out they heart
This bass is too nasty, it sound like a fart
Gas what I make, while I rip 'em apart
Half of these f*ckers are fake like a cart
And I'm smoking them anyways, bullets apart

Bridge:
What, f*ck? All you b*tches really ain't tough
What, f*ck? If you really so, break that sl*t

Verse 2:
Livin' and trippin', never been f*ckin' up [?]
No, I'm not duckin' or dippin', all of these f*ckers religious
I'm gettin' money not b*tches, I do not care what they say
I get pressing Smith & Wesson on the trigger and pray
f*ck do you want? Leave a pus*y in a ditch
If he talk all that sh*t, I will get you f*ckers hit
I said: "f*ck do you want?" Leave a pus*y in a ditch
If he talk all that sh*t, I will get you f*ckers hit
With a blick, or a semi I hit with a stick
It is deadly, I know you a b*tch
I can smell it, I don't give a sh*t
Cause I'm better, half of these f*ckers wanna be like me
None of you f*ckers will ever be like this
Pouring red all over your plain white tee
Beatin' a f*cker till his pants been p*ssed
[Outro]
Wrist, slit
Beat, down
You not pimp
You a clown