CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : “On The Radar” Freestyle
Yeah
Oh, this off the dome?
Straight off the head
Hol' up (Thanks Zuko)
Aye, yeah, yeah (Yo Eli, what the f**k?)
He want smoke 'till we see him in traffic
All my shooters they name is redacted
Run up on me we gonna have to up at your brodie, your sho-, yeah
Run up on me we up at your brodie, your shorty, we shoot at your whole f**kin' family
You wan' talk 'bout me? We pull up with them choppas and choppas and-, yeah
Choppas and choppas, tote choppas and blicks
All my n***as roll into the trap movin'-
Rollin' right into the trap know they movin' the compet**ion, know they movin' the- hol' up
Uh, yeah, yeah
I'm finna set a pace
Know my boss comin' out my tongue, comin' fast like the f**kin' race
Wanna talk about me? I ain't listen to that f**kin' mixtape
Know that sh*t a disgrace
Run up on me we put .445's in your motherf**kin', in your motherf**kin' face
Up in your temple, give a lil' boy like-, hol' up, yeah
Hit that lil' boy in the temple, they thought I was-, yeah, hol' up
Hit a lil' boy in the temple, that's a lil' problem, we solvin' it simple, hey
Pop a lil' boy like a pimple
You run up on me hit that boy in his dentals, hey, ou, hey, ou
Yeah, hit that boy up in his dentals
Hey, we in his mouth like a dentist
Run up on me put that boy in a motherf**kin'-, haha
Oh, this off the dome?
Straight off the head
Hol' up (Thanks Zuko)
Aye, yeah, yeah (Yo Eli, what the f**k?)
He want smoke 'till we see him in traffic
All my shooters they name is redacted
Run up on me we gonna have to up at your brodie, your sho-, yeah
Run up on me we up at your brodie, your shorty, we shoot at your whole f**kin' family
You wan' talk 'bout me? We pull up with them choppas and choppas and-, yeah
Choppas and choppas, tote choppas and blicks
All my n***as roll into the trap movin'-
Rollin' right into the trap know they movin' the compet**ion, know they movin' the- hol' up
Uh, yeah, yeah
I'm finna set a pace
Know my boss comin' out my tongue, comin' fast like the f**kin' race
Wanna talk about me? I ain't listen to that f**kin' mixtape
Know that sh*t a disgrace
Run up on me we put .445's in your motherf**kin', in your motherf**kin' face
Up in your temple, give a lil' boy like-, hol' up, yeah
Hit that lil' boy in the temple, they thought I was-, yeah, hol' up
Hit a lil' boy in the temple, that's a lil' problem, we solvin' it simple, hey
Pop a lil' boy like a pimple
You run up on me hit that boy in his dentals, hey, ou, hey, ou
Yeah, hit that boy up in his dentals
Hey, we in his mouth like a dentist
Run up on me put that boy in a motherf**kin'-, haha
