"On The Radar" Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah Oh, this off the dome? Straight off the head Hol' up (Thanks Zuko) Aye, yeah, yeah (Yo Eli, what the fuck?) [Verse 1] 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 fuckin' 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 niggas roll into the trap movin'- Rollin' right into the trap know they movin' the competition, know they movin' the- hol' up Uh, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] I'm finna set a pace Know my bars comin' out my tongue, comin' fast like the fuckin' race Wanna talk about me? I ain't listen to that fuckin' mixtape Know that shit a disgrace Run up on me we put .445's in your motherfuckin', in your motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin'-, haha