[Lyric] Nothing Like The Radio (TZB & CUTTHROAT Musik)

[Intro: Cutthroat]
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio

[Verse: 1]
Nun like the radio
So why would you ever try to play me though?
Bitch, I’ll retire you like Brady, hoe
Yeah, I’ll retire you like my Mercedes, hoe
Yeah, I only pulled up for some fellatio 
But you still screamin’ out that you hate me though
Most bitches disagree like, “Ratio”
Ironic, your pockets lil like Baby though 
Uh, yeah, we really started from scratch 
Bitches itchin' to get me, and that shit facts
I don’t got skin no more, that shit just tats
Been working all year, now it’s time for my tax
Yeah, I’m moving on
Every time I drop, you know that it’s a boomin’ song
Every time I rap, you know they gotta sing along
If they want smoke, tell they ass to bring a bong
Designer on my shit, bitch, I don’t do the Billabong 
[Chorus: Cutthroat]
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio

[Verse 2: TZB]
Sin entered her life, now she needs no god
Winnin’ pussy all the time, never seen no draws 
On that satellite shit like Neil Armstrong 
Nothin’ like the radio, sorry, Ed Armstrong
So much bars, gotta comprehend, try to think
Futuristic shots blowing out your Neuralinks
How I stay secure, man, you know I’m on the brink
Symphonies cryin’ sound like birds tryna sing
Dang, uh
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Console me wit’ games, why you playing though?
Just fuck with AI ‘cause I hate these hoes
Whoa
Won’t see me again ‘cause I’m fadin’, so Ima be inoperational 
Just like MJ, ain’t no wakin’ him
Damn
All this fly shit that I do is so ruthless, poof, bitch 
D. B. Cooper, getting too rich
I don’t need you ‘cause really, you was useless
Think you my dog, treat pooch like I’m Eustace 
“Ooga booga booga”, the cops tryna coon him
The niggas backstabbing, robbin’ and shootin’ 
No trash in my ear, I don’t do pollution, bitch
[Chorus: TZB]
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
And this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio

[Outro: TZB]
Uh, this shit ain’t nun like the radio
Ayy, bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
This shit ain’t nun like the radio
Bitch, I’m dumb, yeah, I got crazy flows
And This shit ain’t nun like the radio-oh-whoa-oh-whoa