"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