On The Radar Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that b*tch, you can meet her
If a pus*y n*gga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n*gga up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That b*tch know I ain't never need her

[Verse: Kenzo Balla]
All these n*ggas wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hot with Berettas and sh*t
Spot a opp in the spot and his head gettin' split
Last n*gga got shot in his hip
Then it went through his chest, now he dead in a spliff
They dissin', but they gettin' took off the list
If she jackin' the opps, then we clickin' that b*tch, like
Die Gz, thеy ain't do sh*t
All them lil' n*ggas do is music
Two Vs, that's two grips
Spin the 'Well tryna catch us likе two hits
Off a Yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead, don't think we on some cool sh*t
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the Goons?"
I'm tryna put a n*gga on the news
They just talk, what the f*ck did they do?
If you see 'em, knock 'em out his shoes
Catch lil' Dee, that's a head shot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now that's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high
Spin the Hill, where the f*ck lil' Edot?
If I catch him, I'm lettin' like three flock
Smokin' on Country, he died in the wing spot
We gon' keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the f*ck? These n*ggas is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
n*gga dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' him slumped
Like, on Mezzy, this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon' go on a hunt
Smokin' on— shh, I rolled him in a blunt
With some Briscoe, now that n*gga punchin'
f*ck the opps, them n*ggas not on nothin'
Get back gang, no, we not for discussion
Big DOA when I step in the function
Bullets burn 'em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot, then we throwin' a dozen
I'm a Flocka tryna hit his muffin
We some 'ooters, we ain't with the bluffin'
They ain't 'ooters, all them n*ggas duckin'
Since a jit, I been takin' that risk
Oh, they dissin' the Bronx, then we takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on 'em, turn 'em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me, better have your grip
So many deads, like, pass that Nick
Where the Von Floxks? Ash that sh*t
Dumb n*gga got lined by a b*tch
He thought he was f*ckin' 'til we got him hit
Don't slip, or it's clip
We gon' make sure he die on that strip
Folk n*ggas keep sayin' our name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
f*ck a leg, I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon' hit his shirt and leave him stained
She like, "Who you smoking?" I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious, on bro, I'ma flame
n*ggas never took risk for they gang
They rappin', but never go spin for they gang, like
You a 'ooter, but you never bang
Wherever I go, I gotta keep that thing, like
[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that b*tch, you can meet her
If a pus*y n*gga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead n*gga up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You could keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That b*tch know I ain't never need her

[Outro: Kenzo Balla & TG Flockaa]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (Best freestyle out, word to my dead)
Every opp shot, ah (Y'all n*ggas is dirt, word to my dead)
Like, what? (Oh my God)
Grrah, grrah
MB, MB (What the f*ck? Nah, what the f*ck?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (What?)