onsight

Got a gun, I'ma shoot him up for fun
Sippin' drank, baby this is not no rum
All my [?], they my mothafuckin' son
When I get near, they gon' start to fuckin' run
Drugs, laying inside of my tum
Smokin' smokin' smokin' blunt after blunt
That boy talkin' down I send him to the sun
Makin' money, makin' music, never done

When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a fuck about your height
When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a fuck about your height

I cannot stay
Got a white bitch and she live for her vape
You flexin' followers, but that shits fake
Yo' bitch gon' follow me she do what I say
Pussy gonna fold just like a folder
Jacky, he keep them blowers
Gonna pour 'em off the [?] it boring

I got drugs stuck in my diaphragm
He got a white shirt on he gon' die a fan
Pin that boy together like a stapler (Like a stapler)
Evvls he be countin' all that paper, uh
It's [?] Evvls, wit' a bb
I got more drugs than a CVS
Talking down on you, then that boy, he gon' need a vest
That boy talkin' crazy, but he won't say that shit with his chest
Yo bitch finna top me for some bands, fuck that bitch and left