On The Radar Freestyle

[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You can keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her

[Verse: Kenzo Balla]
All these niggas wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin' hot with Berettas and shit
Spot a opp in the spot and his head gettin' split
Last nigga got shot in his hip
Then it went through his chest, now he dead in a spliff
They dissin', but they gettin' took off the list
If she jackin' the opps, then we clickin' that bitch, like
Die Gz, thеy ain't do shit
All them lil' niggas do is music
Two Vs, that's two grips
Spin the 'Well tryna catch us likе two hits
Off a Yellow, I think I'ma lose it
Everything dead, don't think we on some cool shit
Spin the O and I'm like, "Where the Goons?
I'm tryna put a nigga on the news"
They just talk, what the fuck did they do?
If you see 'em, knock 'em out his shoes
Catch lil' Dee, that's a head shot
He a baby, bullets make his bed rock
Talk on JB, now that's suicide
Smokin' on Caine, now I'm super high
Spin the Hill, where the fuck lil' Edot?
If I catch him, I'm lettin' like three flock
Smokin' on Country, he died in the wing spot
We gon' keep on throwin' like a slingshot
Like, the fuck? These niggas is butt
Everyone run when I pop out the cut
Nigga dumb if he think I won't up
No hesitation, I'm leavin' him slumped
Like, on Mezzy, this not what they want
Speak on JB, we gon' go on a hunt
Smokin' on— shh, I rolled him in a blunt
With some Briscoe, now that nigga punchin'
Fuck the opps, them niggas not on nothin'
Get Back Gang, no, we not for discussion
Big DOA when I step in the function
Bullets burn 'em, they hot like a oven
They throw a shot, then we throwin' a dozen
I'm a Flocka tryna hit his muffin
We some 'ooters, we ain't with the bluffin'
They ain't 'ooters, all them niggas duckin'
Since a jit, I been takin' that risk
Oh, they dissin' the Bronx? Then we takin' that trip
I'ma up it tryna catch a hit
Get right up on 'em, turn 'em to a spliff
If it's up, then it's lit
When you see me, better have your grip
So many deads, like, pass that Nick
Where the Von Floxks? Ash that shit
Dumb nigga got lined by a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' 'til we got 'em hit
Don't slip, or it's clip
We gon' make sure he die on that strip
Folk niggas keep sayin' our name
Pick up a gun and go put in some pain
Fuck a leg, I'm aimin' for the brain
Hollows gon' hit his shirt and leave him stained
She like, "Who you smoking?" I'm like, "Caine"
If you move suspicious, on bro, I'ma flame
Niggas never took risk for they gang
They rappin', but never go spin for they gang, like
You a 'ooter, but you never bang
Wherever I go, I gotta keep that thing, like

[Chorus: Kenzo Balla]
I can't lack, gotta walk with the heater
Love my nina, that bitch, you can meet her
If a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up and then beat her
Sippin' on Wock', pour a four in the liter
You can keep her, I just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her

[Outro: Kenzo Balla & TG Flockaa]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (Best freestyle out, word to my dead)
Every opp shot, ah (Y'all niggas is dirt, word to my dead)
Like, what? (Oh my God)
Grrah, grrah
MB, MB (What the fuck? Nah, what the fuck?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom (What?)