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dee billz - on the radar freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yes, sir, baby, on the radar radio freestyles
yo, dee billz in the building, i’ma step out, he gon’ step in and k!ll this sh+t, alright? let’s go
(shout out yamaica)
like, grrah, grrah, like
grrah, grrah, like
like (beats by yamaica productions, baby)

[chorus]
said i’m big ebk, n+gga
everybody gotta go
like, she give me neck, vamanos
then i gotta leave, adios
said, b+tch, i’m the youngest n+gga in it
i’m the youngest n+gga sinnin’, i’m the youngest n+gga bendin’
don’t start with bro, i’ma end it
everything dead when i link up with ++++
legs here, and they fiendin’ to—
++++, he was yellin’ my head on the intеrnet lyin’, ain’t touch no one
like what? stop all thе cap
see me in person, don’t reach for a dap
i’ma blow out her back
give me it all, tell that boy, “get it back”
like, like what? we not gon’—
and if we boxin’, gon’ jump on your top
like what? dumpin’ or not?
dumpin’ and dumpin’, i’m sendin’ a lot
keep cl!ckin’, cl!ck, don’t stop
brodie tripped and still run into cops, like
keep cl!ckin’, cl!ck, don’t, brodie—
brodie might cl!ck it sendin’ out a dozen
scratch that, sendin’ out a dozen
pass that, hit him in his m+ffin
hollows hot, put him in a—
everything dead, no linkin’ up, can’t go out by trust, no teamin’ up
on court, can’t tweak with us
on court, my nina tucked
hollows stretch a n+gga
and bro don’t wrestle, n+gga
takin’ bread, no, i can’t settle, n+gga
heat it like a kettle, n+gga
like, how he got hit with trey? he was young
now that boy, he right up in a—
if he run up on me, then you know he get—
if he run up on me, then you know he get—
still gon’ tote on a—
and i got a—
sold a movie, it’s ’bout to get spooky
and that boy, he got smoked like a lucy
we ’bout to party, we call up the group—
i’m on the eight, we switchin’ lanes
trey zo got limitless range
if he run up on me, then i’m lettin’ it—
if he run up on me, then i’m lettin’ it flame
she with the gang ’cause she heard that we lit
but i cannot lack for a b+tch
and i can’t stop ’til the whole gang rich
but the opps could suck my d+ck
she wanna hold the knocker in the video, like
oh, and it’s bad like a cheerio, d+mn
replay, he tried to run like a relay, shorty gon’ up through a—, like
hop out, hoodie on, feel like i’m trayvon
and i’m slidin’ on cuz like i’m bobby
double oh+seven, i feel like i’m—
chesterside, boy, you know where to find me
he got hit ’cause he lacked in the lobby
one call, bro catchin’ that body
she a treesh, and she all on my—
bend through the opps ’cause them n+ggas is hiding, grrah
[outro]
grrah, grrah
everything dead

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