Sight!

Yeah shawty bad as hell so I gotta hit tonight yeah

Shooters got them gats they can hit you with no sight yeah

This shit way too easy yeah this song was somethin' slight yeah

I just rolled it up now we flying like a kite yeah

'Rarri's of the lot that's the only thing we whipin'

I be rocking Dior but I'm not even a christian

Thumbin' all these bands yeah the hunnids keep on flippin'

I pulled up to the spot and the oppa's started dippin'

Private jet to Atlanta that where all my hoes is

These boys don't got no bars yeah his shit is flowless