On Sight

[Intro]
(Prizz on the beat)
Yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
All these rappers be fake as shit, you know what I’m sayin'?
(Ayy, you got 'em with this one, man)
Yeah, ayy (Woo)

[Chorus]
I can’t trust all these rappers, they be actin' phony (Nah)
You a fake wigga, bitch, you ain’t my fuckin' homie (What)
That guy roll up lots of blunts, bitch, we call him Smokey (Huh)
These thot hoes tryna steal a wigga money, bitch, they nosey (Say what?)
Man, these bitches fake, stop with that Adobe shit (Stop, stop)
I can’t stand these rappers, they so bad just like bologna (Ehh)
Catch these wiggas on sight (On sight, bow bow)
And these wiggas tryna fight (Bow bow)
(Prizz on the beat)
Yeah, wiggas tryna fight (Tryna fight)
I'ma go mix the codeine with the sprite (Lean)
And it’s late at night (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
But I gotta go catch my flight (Yeah)

[Verse]
Ace OG, Rap God, we the gang (Gang gang)
Yeah, we play with guns, all we do is bang (Brrr)
All these fake rappers tryna do the same thing (What)
And that bitch don’t like it when I sing, dang
Bitch, I’m different (Yeah), none of these wiggas get my style (Nah)
I be runnin' eight miles while I’m on 8 Mile (8 Mile)
I’m like Rocky, I be runnin' up the stairs now
Just to fuck your bitch (Damn), and I got the video file (Yeah, yeah)
I be poppin', I be drivin' foreign cars (Skkrt)
Yeah, we rockin', I’m feeling like a rock star (Yeah)
All you wiggas wack, man, I go so hard (Fuck)
This bitch pissin' me off, I 'bout to kick her out the front yard (Kick her out the, yah)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight (Five, six, seven, eight)
Countin' numbers in my head, waitin' for this bitch to leave (Leave)
And this bitch a thief (Ooh), she be very sleazy (Sleazy)
I ain’t gettin' her her new weave for Christmas Eve, bitch
(Ah, ah, ah, damn)

[Chorus]
I can’t trust all these rappers, they be actin' phony (Nah)
You a fake wigga, bitch you ain’t my fuckin' homie (What)
That guy roll up lots of blunts, bitch we call him Smokey (Huh)
These thot hoes tryna steal a wigga money, bitch they nosey (Say what?)
Man these bitches fake, stop with that Adobe shit (Stop, stop)
I can’t stand these rappers, they so bad just like bologna (Ehh)
Catch these wiggas on sight (On sight, bow bow)
And these wiggas tryna fight (Bow bow)
Yeah, wiggas tryna fight (Tryna fight)
I'ma go mix the codeine with the sprite (Lean)
And it’s late at night (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
But I gotta go catch my flight (Yeah)

[Outro]
(Gotta catch these wiggas right on sight)
(Prizz on the beat)
(I ain’t bout to start a goddamn fight)
(But if he starts the last straw then I might, yeah)