SIGHT lyrics

[Intro]
I'mma wet his block, bruh
I'mma wet his block, bruh (EXCLUSIVE)
I'mma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist, yuh
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
Skrrt 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, ho, I got the pipe
Why you askin' all thеse 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 it's always f*ckin' loaded, ho
None of you pussies gonna motherf*ckin' blow it, ho, ayy
Down the sight
b*tch, I'm smokin' [?], uh
All these b*tches bogus, uh
All these b*tches thots, uh
Drop the f*ckin' top, uh
Clean him with the mop, uh
[Verse 2]
I'mma wet his block, bruh
I'mma wet his block, bruh
I'mma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist, yuh
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, I'mma 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 it's always f*ckin' loaded, ho
None of you pussies gonna motherf*ckin' blow it, ho, ayy
Down the sight
b*tch, I'm smokin' [?], uh
All these b*tches bogus, uh
All these b*tches thots, uh
Drop the f*ckin' top, uh
Clean him with the mop, uh
[Verse 3]
I'mma wet his block, bruh
I'mma wet his block, bruh
(EXCLUSIVE)
I'mma wet his b*tch
Numbers on my wrist, yuh
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, I'mma 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 [?]