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on the radar freestyle - nino breeze lyrics

[intro]
yeah, b*tch you already know
it’s your boy nino breeze, the new face of mmg
big 727, big pine county representer, fla in the building, n*gga
let’s get to it
uh*huh, yeah

[verse]
i done been styled on so much
probably why my heart all froze up
give it to your blood raw, no cut
i believe in hustle, no luck
find a n*gga realer than, no such
i’ma let my nuts hang, give no f*cks
i ain’t have a f*ckin’ thing when i growed up
now the money chump change if it fold up
sure ‘nough, everybody turned they back on
held it down, ran it up, now i’m back on
i be puttin’ on for the team, man, i’m backbone
i’m the best that ever did it with a trap phone
puttin’ trust in other n*ggas never last long
whoadie folded on me, could’ve been a sad song
but i found a way to shake back ’cause i’m that strong
catch plays ’til the pack gone
f*ck hoes ’til they dead tired
call bluff ’til the lead fly
i might go to catch a red*eye
on it up to bed*stuy
if it be about them dead guys
on me, i ain’t scared, boy
raw b*tch, kod, got her legs wide
beat her down, then she show me what the head like
forgiatos, f*ck ’em up at the red light
that lil’ money ain’t enough for no fed time
hundred thousand in a month, that’s my deadline
we got nothin’ to discuss if you play with mine
i got smackers in the cut, they’ll go too
droppin’ dummies on anything we go through
standin’ too tall, feelin’ like i’m goku
you gon’ smoke who? i send enough smoke to choke you
you got no clue what that yop or that scope do
promise everything hold true
promise everything 1k
i’m from a city for the gunplay
yeah, yeah
i’ma drip through the city in a whip that’s so pretty, need to put it on the runway
i don’t flag, i don’t pump*fake
go to jack, get you slumped, ayy
yeah, i be rippin’ and runnin’, watch me get to this money, b*tch, i’m up, f*ck they gon’ say?
give it to ’em like
me and foolie rollin’ ’round in a dually, hey
twenty*wall shawty, gold*mouth dog, it look like mookey
look like plies, look like trick, florida water all i spit
hang my neck, work my wrist, load my fire, talk my sh*t
just like this, who they gon’ get with?
cuban my chain, lookin’ like sl!ck rick
cartier watch, naw, this ain’t fitbit
in this ho flood, b*tch, i’m on lit*lit
hundred*round drum, thirty*shot d*ck*d*ck
and i’m gon’ dump ’til they go gllt*gllt
afghanistan sticks, boy, we totin’ big sh*t
you gon’ get did, you gon’ get flipped, jit
clearwater beach, f*ckin’ on thick b*tch
i’m in these streets, god as my witness
boy, i got my wrist lit, haters got they wrist slit, huh
say i’m fallin’ off, i must’ve missed it, yeah
clique full of squares, y’all pick stick
n*ggas been sick ever since i went and hit six figures
got ’em throwin’ up like when a b*tch sip liquor
no cut, i’ma tell it like it is, b*tch n*gga
naw, i don’t wanna kick sh*t with you
i don’t wanna rap no more
i don’t wanna vibe, i don’t want a cd, n*gga
catch me at the trap, oh, no
i was in a cell, couldn’t get a picture in the mail
couldn’t get a dollar on the books
when i touch land and i go to f*ckin’ up these bands
i’ma make ’em feel it when they look
spent like thirty grand bustin’ down the bezel and the band
dome a n*gga ‘fore i get it took
twenty*kilo gram, papi want three hundred when it land
first we gotta make sure that it cook
i don’t understand why these n*ggas think a n*gga playin’
know i went and got it out the streets
homie, i’m a beast, that’s a two*door with four seats
black on black, who could it be? that n*gga breeze
[outro]
yeah, b*tch, you already know what time it is, boy
came through and rapped this b*tch real quick
yes, sir

- nino breeze lyrics

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