Bizzy Banks - On The Radar Freestyle lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - On The Radar Freestyle lyrics]
Grah drilloholic
Grah grah, grah grah josh
Get money uh
Grah grah like, look
Airplane mode when I’m out on them hit's
My bitch be thinking I’m cheating and shit
Nah, I’m just with Nina and shit
Water, Aquafina the drip
Other niggas probably jacking my hit's
I don’t look for no recognition in that shit
EBK, I’m the definition of that shit
I can’t get to politickin’ with a bitch
She gon’ eat me all up out the drip
‘Cause I can’t get naked in a bitch crib
I can’t say half the shit that I did
Niggas know I ball, two eye
Got my daughter tatted right on my rib
Left from the county to the island
The binger was nasty
I was quiet just looking around
And totin’ on Jackie
In the Pumas, I came with Patakis
I got ‘em white, but I needed ‘em blacky
Always gon’ say I’m good if you ask me
Bitchеs know I’m the wave like Max B
Hеlla good, I be right where the Makks be
Niggas seen me and said I ain’t on that
That’s the niggas that’s walking
Right past me
That’s the niggas that don't wanna, look
They just want clout, so they saying my name
I just want the money, I’ll give you the fame
I’ll give you my life ‘fore
I’ll give you my chain
And you better keep sitchy
If you jacking gang
Know it get sticky don’t think it’s a game
Like look
Said you know it get sticky
Don’t think it’s a uh, like
I know you outside, that’s why you got shot
I keep it with me, that’s why I got knocked
You flex too much and that’s why you got got
Talked too much and that’s how I got drop
They talking dirty, that’s why I brought mops
Most of these niggas is fans, not opps
They see me in person and really be shocked
Cause them niggas ain't know how I rock
I told Gabe that I’m coming to rap
These niggas coming up here to make tracks
They screaming and dancing and
Puttin’ on acts
Smoking on niggas they ain’t put in packs
I could teach niggas how to get racks
I could teach niggas how to go trap
I could teach niggas how to get back
And you better score if you see me lack
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
Niggas know what they shoulda did
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
Niggas know what they
And these niggas corny
They tryna flex like they did it before me
When we start shooting
These bitches be screaming and running
Like they up on Mory
I love my Spanish mamis when
They call me papi
And they say that I’m gorgeous
The shit in my closet, you cannot afford this
I just hope that one day I’m on Forbes List
And we treating Civics like it's Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous
Said we treating Civics like it's Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous, like
Grah grah
They know who started all that shit
Legs, like, sitchy, grah grah boom
The motivation back grah, grah, grah grah
Free the guys
Grah grah, grah grah josh
Get money uh
Grah grah like, look
Airplane mode when I’m out on them hit's
My bitch be thinking I’m cheating and shit
Nah, I’m just with Nina and shit
Water, Aquafina the drip
Other niggas probably jacking my hit's
I don’t look for no recognition in that shit
EBK, I’m the definition of that shit
I can’t get to politickin’ with a bitch
She gon’ eat me all up out the drip
‘Cause I can’t get naked in a bitch crib
I can’t say half the shit that I did
Niggas know I ball, two eye
Got my daughter tatted right on my rib
Left from the county to the island
The binger was nasty
I was quiet just looking around
And totin’ on Jackie
In the Pumas, I came with Patakis
I got ‘em white, but I needed ‘em blacky
Always gon’ say I’m good if you ask me
Bitchеs know I’m the wave like Max B
Hеlla good, I be right where the Makks be
Niggas seen me and said I ain’t on that
That’s the niggas that’s walking
Right past me
That’s the niggas that don't wanna, look
They just want clout, so they saying my name
I just want the money, I’ll give you the fame
I’ll give you my life ‘fore
I’ll give you my chain
And you better keep sitchy
If you jacking gang
Know it get sticky don’t think it’s a game
Like look
Said you know it get sticky
Don’t think it’s a uh, like
I know you outside, that’s why you got shot
I keep it with me, that’s why I got knocked
You flex too much and that’s why you got got
Talked too much and that’s how I got drop
They talking dirty, that’s why I brought mops
Most of these niggas is fans, not opps
They see me in person and really be shocked
Cause them niggas ain't know how I rock
I told Gabe that I’m coming to rap
These niggas coming up here to make tracks
They screaming and dancing and
Puttin’ on acts
Smoking on niggas they ain’t put in packs
I could teach niggas how to get racks
I could teach niggas how to go trap
I could teach niggas how to get back
And you better score if you see me lack
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
Niggas know what they shoulda did
I don’t wanna hear no woulda, coulda shit
Niggas know what they
And these niggas corny
They tryna flex like they did it before me
When we start shooting
These bitches be screaming and running
Like they up on Mory
I love my Spanish mamis when
They call me papi
And they say that I’m gorgeous
The shit in my closet, you cannot afford this
I just hope that one day I’m on Forbes List
And we treating Civics like it's Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous
Said we treating Civics like it's Porsches
First time on a drill I got nauseous, like
Grah grah
They know who started all that shit
Legs, like, sitchy, grah grah boom
The motivation back grah, grah, grah grah
Free the guys