On Sight

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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