TJ Porter - On Sight (feat. Calboy) lyrics
[TJ Porter - On Sight feat. Calboy lyrics]
Straight up out the trenches
They ain't show me no love now a young rich
Nigga taking first class trips (Yeah)
Used to be a youngin sellin' dimes as dubs
Now I'm running through the
Money 'fore I make that shit
So you know we keep the chops
'cause the envy me
As soon as we see an opp, know it's RIP
You can see it through my shirt, yeah
My chain icy
I'm a young rich nigga, wanna be like me
I'll spend a couple racks on ice
Swear to God, it's a nickle and dime
You don't know what I see with my eyes
Boy, you lying, you ain't take no life
Hit the mall, I ain't checking no price
Burning, gotta get a 'Wood, get high
Spot his ass, we'll kill him on sight
And my dawgs in the trap all night
Bitch, we gon' kill him on sight
Chain on froze and my wrist on ice
Stare long, you might lose your life
Have your homie knock you off
If the price is right
Off of 122nd, we wild, boy
In the stu', I'm with 147 Calboy (Yeah)
I came up with my brothers, we ground boys
Yeah, potatoes
They cover the "blaow" noise
I'm too busy serving niggas
Don't hit my phone 'less it's urgent
Yeah, I be working, so I be curving bitches
You gotta earn it
Stand on that block if you workless, yeah
I be churching niggas
You got some nerve, lil' nigga
Ain't put in no work, lil' nigga
I let it blow like it's legal
Been down your block, let it burst
It feel like the purge, lil' nigga
I let it blow like it's legal
Always in a G5, fly like an eagle
Tinted up the V, no windows see-through
We gon' slide on your block, clean it up
No sequel diamonds in the face, yeah
They crushed up now
Bitches who done curved know
They fucked up now
I was singing all my songs, yeah
The crowd too loud
I'm a young wild nigga, no
I can't calm down
That chopper gon' sing like a harmony
I'm from the trenches, I lost a few niggas
I swear they done took a lil' part of me
I keep a stick and it's fully-loaded
Fuck niggas thinking 'bout robbing me
We will not talk, ain't no arguing
We got more sticks than an armory
Told a bitch mind your business
Don't bother me
They ain't show me no love now a young rich
Nigga taking first class trips (Yeah)
Used to be a youngin sellin' dimes as dubs
Now I'm running through the
Money 'fore I make that shit
So you know we keep the chops
'cause the envy me
As soon as we see an opp, know it's RIP
You can see it through my shirt, yeah
My chain icy
I'm a young rich nigga, wanna be like me
I'll spend a couple racks on ice
Swear to God, it's a nickle and dime
You don't know what I see with my eyes
Boy, you lying, you ain't take no life
Hit the mall, I ain't checking no price
Burning, gotta get a 'Wood, get high
Spot his ass, we'll kill him on sight
And my dawgs in the trap all night
Bitch, we gon' kill him on sight
Chain on froze and my wrist on ice
Stare long, you might lose your life
Have your homie knock you off
If the price is right
Off of 122nd, we wild, boy
In the stu', I'm with 147 Calboy (Yeah)
I came up with my brothers, we ground boys
Yeah, potatoes
They cover the "blaow" noise
I'm too busy serving niggas
Don't hit my phone 'less it's urgent
Yeah, I be working, so I be curving bitches
You gotta earn it
Stand on that block if you workless, yeah
I be churching niggas
You got some nerve, lil' nigga
Ain't put in no work, lil' nigga
I let it blow like it's legal
Been down your block, let it burst
It feel like the purge, lil' nigga
I let it blow like it's legal
Always in a G5, fly like an eagle
Tinted up the V, no windows see-through
We gon' slide on your block, clean it up
No sequel diamonds in the face, yeah
They crushed up now
Bitches who done curved know
They fucked up now
I was singing all my songs, yeah
The crowd too loud
I'm a young wild nigga, no
I can't calm down
That chopper gon' sing like a harmony
I'm from the trenches, I lost a few niggas
I swear they done took a lil' part of me
I keep a stick and it's fully-loaded
Fuck niggas thinking 'bout robbing me
We will not talk, ain't no arguing
We got more sticks than an armory
Told a bitch mind your business
Don't bother me