“On The Radar” Freestyle Kill Dyll

[On The Radar]
Yes sir baby we're On The Radar
Radio freestyles, yo' Kill Dyll in the building
I'm step out he gon' step in and body this aight?
Let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My flow is too fatal, I'll leave them deceased
Money like Jordan's, it don't ever crease
My soul is not sold, I just have it on lease
And These fuckers that hate me are all fucking weak
Taking a peek and their numbers are small
Now look at my pockets, my money is tall
Saitama I hit him just once and they fall
Watch him so tough while I rip out they heart
This bass is too nasty, it sound like a fart
Gas what I make, while I rip 'em apart
Half of these fuckers are fake like a cart
And I'm smoking them anyways, bullets apart

Bridge:
What, fuck? All you bitches really ain't tough
What, fuck? If you really so, break that slut

Verse 2:
Livin' and trippin', never been fuckin' up [?]
No, I'm not duckin' or dippin', all of these fuckers religious
I'm gettin' money not bitches, I do not care what they say
I get pressing Smith & Wesson on the trigger and pray
Fuck do you want? Leave a pussy in a ditch
If he talk all that shit, I will get you fuckers hit
I said: "Fuck do you want?" Leave a pussy in a ditch
If he talk all that shit, I will get you fuckers hit
With a blick, or a semi I hit with a stick
It is deadly, I know you a bitch
I can smell it, I don't give a shit
Cause I'm better, half of these fuckers wanna be like me
None of you fuckers will ever be like this
Pouring red all over your plain white tee
Beatin' a fucker till his pants been pissed