Letra de On The Radar Freestyle Pt. 2 - Benji Blue Bills

Talkin' too much, so nowadays got a nigga—

Bitch, on 5

These niggas talkin' too much, so nowadays nigga sayin' less

Chest next, shot, nigga wear a vest

Fifty shots, shoot a nigga 'til he melt

Drop a dot, and the nigga get the belt

X'ed out, tell God how I felt

Real 5, I got bodies on my shelf

Gun smoke, Lil Yo, how it felt?

X, G5, leave a nigga melt

I just played the cards, damn-damn-damn-damn

Bitch, I'm really hard, steppin' by myself

Seven inch AR's, make a nigga melt

Pop two bars, make you step on your-damn-self

Actin' hard, you will step on yourself

Boy, we kill your broad

You ain't safe, we gon' shoot through your bodyguard

Fuck the money, I just want your facecard

I'ma write a book, call that bitch, "How to rob"

All that clutchin', you gon' get a chedder bomb

So you better up it, nigga, do your job

Get you gone

Everybody put money up, Barry Bonds

Knock your ass out the stadium, hot shit

This that shit that go crazy (Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, ayy)

Kill a nigga, then go fuck on my baby

Bitch nigga, come on and show me that you crazy

Nowadays niggas talkin' too much, so nowadays got a nigga sayin' less

Drop a body, on the scene, eye to eye, call five shots, five niggas dead

Niggas speak on Big 5, stand on top of him, I'm takin off his dreads

Who's yo' top three, bitch? What, ayy, who's yo' top three, bitch? (Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit)

YouTube know we givin' niggas belts

APD know we givin' niggas belts

It hit different when yo homies gettin' melt

With them killers, we got bodies on our belts

Speak on me, you don't care about yourself

On 5, nigga death gettin' dealt

Ayy, on 5, these niggas some hoes, on my mother

These niggas making up dances and shit

Only dance I know how to do, murder dance

Stupid, what the fuck?

What the fuck wrong with these niggas, man? Big 5

And you know how it go, if you come this way, you get sent back

And these niggas pussy gettin' extorted, where yo pimp at?

Every time that another body drop, they like, "We did that"

Soon as I get the drop, I'ma put this bitch right where yo' head at

Ayy, who did that? Ayy, who shot at me?

Nigga shot my cap off, kill who got at me

I ain't never gettin' locked up for no murder, do that properly

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