Dee Billz On The Radar Freestyle - Dee Billz

Ziggy on the keyboard, lil bitch

Grrah grrah, like

Like this shit boutta get nasty like

This shit about to get nasty like

Said I'm on the block where the shooters maneuver the rulers

Like damn, this shit about to get nasty

Call me Chris Tucker, cuz I came with Jackie

It get spooky, I'm with Leeky Jackson

Cuz I know he gon shoot, he not passin'

Damn, like I see a ghost

Won't say their name they already know, like

I'm boutta blow

Boy got shot he throw up the- , like

Juliet gon make it a movie it get spooky, for the opps

I got a baddie, she wear Gucci, Louis, Prada givin me top

Don't gotta diss, don't gotta mention

No Ralph, I start Wreckin'

She givin brain, givin lessons

My name Smith, I brought Wesson

All 4 1 and 1 4 all, on bro we stay on the top

She suckin it up like it's Halls, damn, she know she a thot

Like, yeah we got the drop

Shoot two hands like a cop

I'm boutta take it to the top

Why that boy on my dick? Where ya pops?

4 plus 1 that's us

Sanitation, I hop out the truck, they down we up, that's tough, grrah

I just got somethin to prove

Sleepy hollows, make him snooze

Wanna survive? Play by the rules

New year, new me like how could I lose? Damn

Hold on, stop the beat, ike, who really bigger than me?

DB in the spot, who playin for keeps?

I'm boutta take it, word to me, grrah

He don't put in work he don't be on the block

Say he spinnin, he cappin a lot

You not on the team, you a mascot

You lookin for me, I'm on the backblock

This shit about to get nasty

Call me Chris Tucker, cuz I came with Jackie

It get spooky, I'm with Leeky Jackson

Cuz I know he gon shoot, he not passin'

Damn like I see a ghost

Won't say their name they already know, like

I'm boutta blow, boy go shot he throw up the-

Said I'm on the block with the shooters

Bullets hittin medullas, damn

Everybody shot, everything dead

41 shots to the grrah, grrah, grrah