On Sight Lyrics

Big EBE shit nigga

You know how the fuck I'm rocking man

AOV till the day I decease fuck niggas talking bout

Mr. Get beat with the what, Mr. Get beat with the what what, Mr. Get beat with the what

Ok it's on sight, you don't wanna hear that from Mr. Get Beat with the Mic

Hop out the car made him run out his shoes, beat on his body we did em like Ike

Face shot, no ian talking bout skype, he really stuck in the air like a kite

Chiefing the blunt my shit whackin it's white

I got my blick ian come here to fight

Gun on my hip and I pray it don't jam

Heard what happened it had me like damn

Ain't ya homie I don't got no friends

Just family and EBE till the end

Die enemies we done took out all the kin

Brodie flock you ima flock at ya mans

When the beam hit his chest heard he yelled and he ran

With the deuce I go ku make a fuck nigga dance

I spot em, I got em, bro hop em, he dropped em

Nother opp dead brodie pouring up vodka

Thought you knew that I be with the shottas

Big 908 in my hood I'm the dada

Meech gotta chill boy you hotter than lava

One false move and you seeing the doctor

They tryna kick it but ion play soccer

I told lil baby to speed it up, speed it up

Whenever she go down and eat it up

She gotta swallow it don't do the spitting up

But if you do go back down there and lick it up

Beat it up, green when I shoot when the meter up

Shells in the street tell my ooters to clean it up

Still in my prime I got time for to live it up

Hit up my people no time for the meeting up

Beat got me sturdy I swear I don't dance

Sev in the clip I throw bullets like Lance

Blunt got me stuck in a mf trance

Ima keep shooting until I see hands

Up in the air, niggas pissing they pants

I told my brothers to stick to the plan

Heard the hit went thru so we out to Japan

Before we go gotta stop at the land

Niggas get on my nerves they be forcing my hand

You ain't get back I feel bad for ya mans

Came from the mud got this shit out the sand

I be putting in pain for them locked in the can

Big S on my chest got me feeling like Cam

I'm tryna beat it she tighter than clams

Had lost a few pounds I was stuck in the jam

And I had to do shit that you won't understand

Go on Youtube I see me on the TV

Be ya self why you wishing to be me

12 wanna talk ain't see nothing like Stevie

And i'm 1 of 1 ain't no way you could breed me

Pop out that dark with the choppa like 3D

Run down gang how the fuck did you beat me

Niggas be ducking you ain't even see me

Don't lemme catch you and end up like DD

On gang, don't lemme catch you and end up like DD

On gang and it's still free DD, forever smoke we ain't signing no treaties

Gla, gla gla, gla gla gla

GO GET BACK BITCH