Letra de On the Radar Freestyle - Dee Billz

Yes, sir, baby, On The Radar Radio freestyles

Yo, Dee Billz in the building, I'ma step out, he gon' step in and kill this shit, alright? Let's go

(Shout out Yamaica)

Like, grrah, grrah, like

Grrah, grrah, like

Like (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby)

Said I'm big EBK, nigga

Everybody gotta go

Like she give me neck, vamanos

Then I gotta leave, adios

Said, bitch, I'm the youngest nigga in it

I'm the youngest nigga sinnin'

I'm the youngest nigga bendin'

Don't start with bro, I'ma end it

Everything dead when I link up with ****

Legs here and they fiendin' to—

****, he was yellin' my head on the internet lyin', ain't touch no one

Like what? Stop all the cap

See me in person, don't reach for a dap

I'ma blow out her back

Give me it all, tell that boy get it back

Like, like what? We not gon'—

And if we boxin', gon' jump on your top

Like what? Dumpin' or not?

Dumpin' and dumpin', I'm sendin' a lot

Keep clickin', click, don't stop

Brodie tripped and still run into cops, like

Keep clickin', click, don't

Brodie—

Brodie might click it sendin' out a dozen

Scratch that, sendin' out a dozen

Pass that, hit him in his muffin

Hollows hot, put him in a—

Everything dead, no linkin' up

Can't go out by trust, no teamin' up

On court, can't tweak with us

On court, my nina tucked

Hollows stretch a nigga

And bro don't wrestle, nigga

Takin' bread, no, I can't settle, nigga

Heat it like a kettle, nigga

Like how he got hit with the trey? He was young

Now that boy, he right up in a—

If he run up on me, then you know he get—

If he run up on me, then you know he get—

Still gon' tote on a—

And I got a—

Sold a movie, it's 'bout to get spooky

And that boy, he got smoked like a Lucy

We 'bout to party, we call up the group—

I'm on the eight, we switchin' lanes

Trey Zo got limitless range

If he run up on me, then I'm lettin' it—

If he run up on me, then I'm lettin' it flame

She with the gang 'cause she heard that we lit

But I cannot lack for a bitch

And I can't stop 'til the whole gang rich

But the opps could suck my dick

She wanna hold the knocker in the video, like

Oh, and it's bad like a Cheerio, damn

Replay, he tried to run like a relay

Shorty gon' up through a—, like

Hop out, hoodie on, feel like I'm Trayvon

And I'm slidin' on cuz like I'm Bobby

Double oh-seven, I feel like I'm—

Chesterside, boy, you know where to find me

He got hit 'cause he lacked in the lobby

One call, bro catchin' that body

She a treesh and she all on my—

Bend through the opps 'cause them niggas is hidin', grrah

Grrah, grrah

Everything dead

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