CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : On sight
Got a gun, I'ma shoot him up for fun
Sippin' drank, baby this is not no rum
All my [?], they my mothaf**kin' son
When I get near, they gon' start to f**kin' run
Drugs, laying inside of my tum
Smokin' smokin' smokin' blunt after blunt
That boy talkin' down I send him to the sun
Makin' money, makin' music, never done
When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a f**k about your height
When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a f**k about your height
I cannot stay
Got a white b*t*h and she live for her vape
You flexin' followers, but that sh*ts fake
Yo' b*t*h gon' follow me she do what I say
Pu**y gonna fold just like a folder
Jacky, he keep them blowers
Gonna pour 'em off the [?] it boring
I got drugs stuck in my diaphragm
He got a white shirt on he gon' die a fan
Pin that boy together like a stapler (Like a stapler)
Evvls he be countin' all that paper, uh
It's [?] Evvls, wit' a bb
I got more drugs than a CVS
Talking down on you, then that boy, he gon' need a vest
That boy talkin' crazy, but he won't say that sh*t with his chest
Yo b*t*h finna top me for some bands, f**k that b*t*h and left
Sippin' drank, baby this is not no rum
All my [?], they my mothaf**kin' son
When I get near, they gon' start to f**kin' run
Drugs, laying inside of my tum
Smokin' smokin' smokin' blunt after blunt
That boy talkin' down I send him to the sun
Makin' money, makin' music, never done
When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a f**k about your height
When I see a opp, you know it's on sight
I'm in my bugatti he still riding his bike
Got some [?] and these losers start to bite
Grab my choppa, give a f**k about your height
I cannot stay
Got a white b*t*h and she live for her vape
You flexin' followers, but that sh*ts fake
Yo' b*t*h gon' follow me she do what I say
Pu**y gonna fold just like a folder
Jacky, he keep them blowers
Gonna pour 'em off the [?] it boring
I got drugs stuck in my diaphragm
He got a white shirt on he gon' die a fan
Pin that boy together like a stapler (Like a stapler)
Evvls he be countin' all that paper, uh
It's [?] Evvls, wit' a bb
I got more drugs than a CVS
Talking down on you, then that boy, he gon' need a vest
That boy talkin' crazy, but he won't say that sh*t with his chest
Yo b*t*h finna top me for some bands, f**k that b*t*h and left
