On Sight

Shooters on sight, yeah
What a hell of a night, yeah
Don't put up a fight, yeah
I beat it like Mike, yeah
Jump over the hurdle, ooo
But this ain't a track race
You niggas in last place
And I just caught the gold medal

She let me play in her meadows
I was steppin' in a puddle
I'm a boss, a different level
Different from Bowser, Mario
Wassup to Travi, my kinfolk
He was a crazy lil' kiddo
Big bag, nothin' little
Where the gas, get it lit up
She pulled up on me in a big truck
Just to say she want a nip tuck
Fucked around and got her ass done
Now she thank me for a big butt
Turned a prude into a big slut
Niggas sayin' that I switched up
In the coupe hittin switches
Ever bump hittin different

Shooters on sight, yeah
What a hell of a night, yeah
Don't put up a fight, yeah
I beat it like Mike, yeah
Jump over the hurdle, ooo
But this ain't a track race
You niggas in last place
And I just caught the gold medal

I am not here for the cuddles
Name poppin' like bubbles
I water her flower, she blossom
Call her buttercup, she feel awesome
I'm everything her ex couldn't be
He pissed off, you must be shittin' me
You told me that he passed history
So how he don't know that he history

Shooters on sight, yeah
What a hell of a night, yeah
Don't put up a fight, yeah
I beat it like Mike, yeah
Jump over the hurdle, ooo
But this ain't a track race
You niggas in last place
And I just caught the gold medal

Tell me you love me
I am not down with the buddy, buddy
I cannot do these bitches
Want somethin' from me
Every day and night, she give the Kid Cudi
Boy, where that check at
You need to cut it
All of these niggas is bitches, actress
Benjamin Franklin doin gymnastics
But, when it flip it ain't goin' backwards

Shooters on sight, yeah
What a hell of a night, yeah
Don't put up a fight, yeah
I beat it like Mike, yeah
Jump over the hurdle, ooo
But this ain't a track race
You niggas in last place
And I just caught the gold medal



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Writer(s): Trevion Chisolm
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