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c blu - on the radar freestyle lyrics

[intro]
the next stop is on the radar radio
stand clear of the closing doors please
yeah
yo jelly, yo jelly, yo jelly

[verse 1]
f+ck you mean you ain’t tryna go spin
they was talkin on bro now its time to go bend
you ain’t on it then why you pretend
you ain’t tough on the opps but you up on your friend
n+ggas dumb hittin’ kids on the drill you is shootin’ for fun you ain’t tryna go k!ll
rappin’ tough and only flock it once all the cap in your rap enough is enough
swear i’m tired of n+ggas tryna bluff when they see me in person n+ggas pullin’ stunts

[verse 2]
pdl in that park was he comin to dump
gun ain’t jam i woulda had a blunt
[?] bussin’ grabba got a punch just pop me a 30 now i’m tryna f+ck
heard sh+t fat i beat it like a drum
oh she cute and got money, eat it till she cum
if you link you bet i got my gun
i been thuggin’ and buggin’ since the age of 1
times 10, times 10, thats how many sh+lls i’m totin’ in this gun
start a wave these n+ggas wanna be me
i feel like a dad you n+ggas is my sons
bullets burnin’ hotter than the sun
i been flockin’ sh+t down like kd on the suns
so don’t run up, cause the last thing we want another dad to lose his son
you can’t name a time a n+gga chased me
cause i always tote g no safety
flock 3 times hit his back no tracy, and i dare a n+gga try to stain me
ima flock him down and leave him lazy
have the paramedics pick him up
he got head tapped zipped him up
i ain’t even flock it why they run
who up? that’s us, they mans got packed and they ain’t doin’ nun
leg shot will make a n+gga limp, headshot will cause a n+gga death
so me and my n+ggas aim above the neck
she was on d+ck and now she they vids
shaking hips these b+tches got to stop
selling box these b+tches really pop
all on the net actin like they hot, b+tch i know the real and high is what you not
f+ck you mean you ain’t tryna go spin
they was talkin on bro now its time to go bend
you ain’t on it then why you pretend
you ain’t tough on the opps but you up on your friend
n+ggas dumb hittin’ kids on the drill you ain’t shootin’ for fun you ain’t tryna go k!ll
rappin tough and only flock it once man that cap in your rap man enough is enough
swear im tired of n+ggas tryna bluff when they see me in person n+ggas pullin’ stunts

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