On The Radar (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Yes, sir, baby, On the Radar Radio freestyles, yo
The first ever Florida rapper to hop on our freestyles, Trapland Pat in the building
I'ma step out, he gon' step in and body this, alright?
Let's do it
Ayy
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
We really slimin'
Yeah

[Chorus]
Go 'head and paint that image like you really riding
Tell the truth to all your fans, you ain't really sliding
Known to wipe a nigga nose, they know we really sliming
If I ain't behind the wheel, then Mizzle driving
You feel the heat, I feel the heat, we on the same timing
We ain't tryna take it in 'til the gang find him
Know that we conniving
Deep sea diving
When shit hit the fan, they gon' go describing

[Verse 1]
I kept it cool when they were dissing for the whole summer
We ain't slidin' in that foreign, this that 4Runner
Four windows drop down, then that's four gunners
If you don't trap or hit the cleats, you a roadrunner
Fuck it, you could glee somethin'
Jwèt talk, teach somethin'
Bloodline stamped, I feel just like Big Meech son
Everything's final in this trap, no refund
My granny always told me, "Trapland, you is gon' be somethin'"
But she passed away, I made a wish and blew my candles out
Anybody get in my way, then I gotta wipe 'em out
Sooner or later 'cause beef don't die down
See what Apple did back then, he in the sky, damn
I don't like to forgive or forget, that's what the weak do
Trap, when your heart got so cold? That's what the streets do
Plug drop this off, get it sold, I could teach you
All you had to do was guide me, just was beneath you
Mizzle told me, "Saddle up and ride, it's time to spin again"
I'm rollin' and he rollin', so you know we cuttin' through the wind
Mama told me, "Pat, you gotta pray to wash away the sins"
I know I'm sinnin', ma, this the only way I'm finna win
It's deeper than rap, it's deeper than dialogue
I got it straight out the mud, ain't never have a job
You ain't know to take that route, you either jack or rob
Can't be neutral, you gotta know the mob

[Chorus]
Go 'head and paint that image like you really riding
Tell the truth to all your fans, you ain't really sliding
Known to wipe a nigga nose, they know we really sliding
If I ain't behind the wheel, then Mizzle driving
You feel the heat, I feel the heat, we on the same timing
We ain't 'bout to take it in 'til the gang find him
Know that we conniving
Deep sea diving
When shit hit the fan, they gon' go describing

[Verse 2]
When shit hit the fan, it's gon' get ugly
All my niggas known the score, I ain't talkin' rugby
Quick to pull up on a nigga, I ain't talkin' Huggies
At first they used to hate me, now they say they love me
I done really seen the love transform into hate
Keep my distance from the poison 'cause I know them niggas snakes
I done really seen the love transform into hate
I keep the— from them suckers, man, I know them niggas fake
Gang, yeah, on that trap shit
Yeah, catch me cuttin' up through traffic
Yeah, make that work disappear, magic
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, you don't want no static

[Outro]
For real though, yeah, yeah
Bang Biz shit
For real, free Yoyo, man
Free Crack, man
Free 26 Coop, man
Free the gang, man
Shoutout to them B's in the beehive
And Harlo knew
You don't want no problems, dude
For real
Duh-duh-duh
That shit