On Sight ft. Gio Luna & Backend Projects Lyrics

It's on sight

Contact when I bomb like

Iraq on the wrong side

I'm back when the time's right

Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine

Songs tight, when I'm in the zone I feel Kong height

On mic's, doing anything just to stock my

Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike

On sight, they always seem to miss me, they cannot fix me

Same way they hits be, constantly missing

I'm on that list see, never go diss me

That shit too risky, all of y'all Disney

Each of my discs be, Styles plus Kiss, Sheek

On locks got this key, we can get busy

Spin them till they dizzy dizzy

Lil bitch I'm a widow maker

Take names now get the info later

Make you lose it all for a little paper

This that jump out the window danger

Too much at stake to get into haters

Shit go left with no indicator

Felt like this since back in Decatur

Drawing out plays like a illustrator

Everyone fuck with the vision

Make them trust my decisions

Now they must come and listen

You can't touch my division

Lightning struck my ignition

Make my cuts with precision

When you come from the kitchen

Bitch you love competition

Better talk to me nicely

Blowing up seeming likely

My price tag getting pricey

Empty wrists getting icy

Got the crown hold it tightly

All my thugs feeling slimy

Career highs on a nightly

Hoe I know you don't like me

So it's on sight

Contact when I bomb like

Iraq on the wrong side

I'm back when the time's right

Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine

Songs tight, when I'm in the zone I feel Kong height

On mic's, doing anything just to stock my

Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike

I spin that block I get that .40 action

I'm packing smoke I'll never choke that boy don't want no cancer

I'll wrap a body for the goal I'm always shooting hat-tricks

Your money growth has gotten slow it's looking like molasses

I spin that block I put like 40 at you

I'm moving slow up off that perky, I move like molasses

The feds they keeping tabs but I ain't even paying taxes

I run them plays, I know bout 3 of them I call a hat-trick

I'm going up I think I'm gaining traction

My Glock it got a dick but that ain't even on some trap shit

They think they moving weight, I bet they huh I bet they capping

That bitch gon' snitch over some dick, that pillow talking drastic

So it's on sight

Contact when I bomb like

Iraq on the wrong side

I'm back when the time's right

Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine

Songs tight, when I'm in the zone I feel Kong height

On mic's, doing anything just to stock my

Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike

But ain't shit out here sweet dawg

I get lit off the heat dawg

You ain't sitting with me dawg

Ain't the one you could leave off

Cuz the kid been the hardest

Check the box each department

Swear to God don't you start shit

Ain't ending well, I ain't never fail

Raising heaven hell, making metal yell

Shit is getting real

Talk to the Lord say I'm sending twelve

Up to him, aim at heads I'm shooting

Built for it motherfucker I'm proven

All that peace shit I been speaking off the deep end that shit ruined

I just mastered the art of war

If you bitch made don't you hit me I see no need for us to argue for

We moving like we some sharks ashore

It's how you think when in the dark before

So you want it bet you ain't seen it yet get the candle set and we sparking yours