[Intro]
Yes, sir, baby, On The Radar Radio freestyles
Yo, Dee Billz in the building, I'ma step out, he gon' step in and kill this shit, 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***a
Everybody gotta go
Like she give me neck, vamanos
Then I gotta leave, adios
Said, bitch, I'm the youngest n***a in it
I'm the youngest n***a sinnin'
I'm the youngest n***a 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 clickin', click, don't stop
Brodie tripped and still run into cops, like
Keep clickin', click, don't
Brodie—
Brodie might click it sendin' out a dozen
Scratch that, sendin' out a dozen
Pass that, hit him in his muffin
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***a
And bro don't wrestle, n***a
Takin' bread, no, I can't settle, n***a
Heat it like a kettle, n***a
Like how he got hit with the 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 bitch
And I can't stop 'til the whole gang rich
But the opps could suck my dick
She wanna hold the knocker in the video, like
Oh, and it's bad like a Cheerio, damn
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***as is hidin', grrah
[Outro]
Grrah, grrah
Everything dead