SIGHT lyrics

[Intro]
Imma wet his block, bruh
Imma wet his block, bruh (EXCLUSIVE)
Imma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist
And I'm never lackin', bruh
And I'm never lackin', bruh
I'm not with this actin', bruh
Corpse in the rug like [?]
AG

[Verse 1]
I don't f*ck with college
Only green b*tch
With the beam b*tch
For my team b*tch
Pop another perc
Then I lean over
Pull up in a rover
Skirt off in the rover
Posted with the mac
Yeah, I f*ckin [?]
Posted with the strap
I make it cause havoc
Pull up to the scene
Things can get tragic
b*tch, I'm sellin' magic
b*tch, I'm sellin' dope
I might up the pack
I might up the blow
All you b*tches [?], you ain't bout that life
Talkin' out thеy neck, hoe, I got the pipе
Why you askin' all these questions? I [?] on sight
Now my diamonds bright
And I'm movin' white
Gotta keep it tight
Servin' drugs to you
b*tches know it's late at night
Lil' drug dealer
Gotta up the price
Dirty with the sprite
Mouth covered in ice
Pistol to my side
And I'm always f*ckin' loaded hoe
None of you pussies gonna motherf*ckin' blow it, hoe
Down the sight
b*tch, I'm smokin' [?]
All these b*tches bogus
All these b*tches thots
Drop the f*ckin' top
Clean him with the mop
[Verse 2]
Imma wet his block, bruh
Imma wet his block, bruh (EXCLUSIVE)
Imma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist
And I'm never lackin', bruh
And I'm never lackin', bruh
I'm not with this actin', bruh
Corpse in the rug like [?]
Said he movin' work, all I know is action
All you pussies lame and he stay cappin'
Death on his head, Imma make it happen
Round of applause, say he wanna clap
f*ck that b*tch once, had her run it back
Run up in the [?] like I'm playin' [?]
Said he got a price, dead or alive
Choppa gotta steer straight with the [?]
Pull up with them [?]
Pistol to my side
And I'm always f*ckin' loaded hoe
None of you pussies gonna motherf*ckin' blow it, hoe
Down the sight
b*tch, I'm smokin' [?]
All these b*tches bogus
All these b*tches thots
Drop the f*ckin' top
Clean him with the mop
[Verse 3]
Imma wet his block, bruh
Imma wet his block, bruh
(EXCLUSIVE)
Imma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist
And I'm never lackin', bruh
And I'm never lackin', bruh
I'm not with this actin', bruh
Corpse in the rug like [?]
Said he movin' work, all I know is action
All you pussies lame and he stay cappin'
Death on his head, Imma make it happen
Round of applause, say he wanna clap
f*ck that b*tch once, had her run it back
Run up in the [?] like I'm playin' [?]
Said he got a price, dead or alive
Choppa gotta steer straight with the [?]