We on site lyrics

We on site I might kill you with my pipe that n*gga a b*tch so he might be a dyke, this hoe wanna f*ck but she ain't my type, pus*y wet cause I hit her with that fye ya ya ya, Lil n*gga riding that bike off-site you in the streets drinking white okay let go these n*ggas are b*tches but they never fight n*gga you really off of the site with my fye n*gga this sh*t ain´t gone never stop ya ya ya, b*tch ass n*gga my kids might be in the crib but I ain´t gone die my brother put me in foster care but I ain´t gone lie
Cursе my spell this sh*t ain't gone be right I rеmember this stuff in my head but this sh*t gone spin like a sprite n*ggas be on the road like a bike I wanna be a rapper but this sh*t ain't gone slack off the dykes ya ya ya n*gga riches if I go back to savannah I'm gone blow that sh*t on the mike this sh*t ain't nothing for the site Lil n*gga we ganging on the block with a Glock n*gga fye, my b*tch in the bed screaming cause I busted her eye in the fire, dykes running for they life n*gga in fila´s shining my light make me want to be alive, pennywise is nothing don´t remember cause I relied upon the Stila´s b*tches ass showing with the be hive