On Sight - 88GLAM

Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight

Gotta keep my hand on my grip

Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight

They don’t understand, got a clip

I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)

I cannot throw hands, got my clip

And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with a Sprite)

But I keep the xans with a fifth

Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (pew pew)

Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)

Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight

They don’t understand, got a clip

She gon' shake her ass, she gon' strip (yeah, yeah)

I’ma put my hand on her grip (yeah, yeah)

Got these rubber bands on my hip (ooh, yeah)

Blowin' all these bands and you strip

I just walked to Gucci, bought that brand new bag (ooh, yeah)

Put my .40 in and then removed the tags (no)

No matter how much money, that boy got a past (ooh, yeah)

I was pullin' up on niggas on the first and last (no)

Now Glam Boy takin' bitches in a peacoat

Every city, different hoe to run the deepthroat

That’s 550 goin' fast, I don’t use the breaks

I just bought her all this ice, case she wanna skate

Servin' up the plug like this still scrimmage, aye (ooh, yeah)

Now we drippin', turn that Cuban link to lemonade (yeah)

All that stress done made a monster, so that Mary Kate

Straight out the hood, we movin' up but I buy wedding rings (ooh, yeah)

Married to the streets, that shit be in my veins (ooh, yeah)

Pop that molly case the sins I did try takin' me (Glam Boy)

Saint Laurent all on my body, bodeine in my brain (bodeine brain)

That shit calmin' down my nerves after I hit a stain

Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (pew pew)

Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)

Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight

They don’t understand, got a clip

I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)

I cannot throw hands, got my clip

And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with the sprite)

But I keep the xans with a fifth

Motorboat, goin' coast to coast

Rari, Rolls, gotta do the Ghost

Raf, Ricky, you got «what are those?»

Foreign gear, I explore for my clothes

Foreign car, see the moon and star

Foreign wheel, crash in the 'ville

Foreign car (foreign car), who is on Mars (is on Mars)

Foreign wheel (foreign), do my dash, then I dip (do my dash, then I)

Hallelujah, drive the rover on Halloween

Molly, booze, I got a coupe on candy cream

Hallelujah, pussy wet I’ll Scuba Steve

Hallelujah, I manifested all my dreams

Meet in the state, with a gate on the premises

G Wagon look like a tank to my nemesis

Rock in my wing, keep a thot like a drink

Watched by the opp but it’s not what they think

Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (ah)

Gotta keep my hand on my grip

Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight (ah)

They don’t understand, got a clip

I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)

I cannot throw hands, got my clip

And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with the sprite)

But I keep the xans with a fifth