Kill Dyll - "On The Radar" Freestyle

{On The Radar}
Yes sir baby we're on the radio freestyles yo Kill Dyll in the building. I'm step out he gon step in and body this aight. Let's go

{Kill Dyll}
My flow is too fatal I'll leave them deceased
Money like Jordans it don't ever crease
My soul isn't sold I just have it on lease
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
(?...) so tough while I rip out they heart
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
I'm smoking them anyways pull us apart

What fuck
All you bitches really ain't tough
What fuck
If you really so (?...)

Livin' and trippin'
Never been (?...)
I'm not duckin' or dippin'
All 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 glick
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 all pissed

(?...) beat down you not a pimp you a clown