On Sight

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Ayy, this one's wavy Gotta do the wavy ones On sight and all that Okay [Verse 1] I only deal with facts And man have got a bag about you I wondered why when I was clashing Ghetts he thought he could get info about me off you Snake in the grass Wrong day, but we only clocked when he did a dub for a man in your crew You and Little Dee was OGz at the time, you still dissed him Go ahead, say it ain't true Dickhead! Son of a bitch, some snitching pussy'ole feminine fragrance yout Going round telling people 'cause of jealousy the OGz are all bullying you How can that one be true? When it kicked off with you and them, I was still talking to you Then he told me about MasterWriter, that's when I said "Nah, nah, fuck this yout" Saw N.E three days before but you never come funeral, let me hear your excuse What you gonna say? That you really thought the OGz were gonna rush you Now do you lot see what I mean? I don't like this yout This is why I don't like this guy Remerdee came to the nine night and everybody knew N.E didn't like this guy Neither did I, you can ask him yourself, the next week I was really tryna knife this guy When I see Dot I'm really tryna fight this guy Does man really think after all this we can go Jammer's like I won't turn and hype this guy? Don't know why you hype this guy We can mix it up on the stage, that's a piece of cake but after the baking I will ice this guy Baseball bat, Kidulthood, Trife this guy On sight! [Chorus] (On sight!) Anywhere I see my man (On sight!) Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight!) Man don't want it with man (On sight!) When I'm at work I'm well protected, manna gotta have a helmet and tools (On sight!) MasterWriter, you're playing offside On or off mic it's all (On sight!) (On sight!) Tell man again (On sight!) Anywhere I see my man (On sight!) Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight!) Man don't want it with man (On sight!) When I'm at work I'm well protected, manna gotta have a helmet and tools (On sight!) MasterWriter, you're playing offside On or off mic it's all (On sight!) [Verse 2] You ain't been in a grimy war I'm cold, what you think they wanna sign me for? You ain't road, shut your mout, what you lying for? And blood, what the fuck you dissing Wiley for? I remember N.E told you not to do it Man's cool so none of us hyped that war But you're singing on your Snapchat when man caught you slipping Oh yeah, that's what they signed you for Singing, fakest guy and I'm tired of you snaking guys You dissed AJ 'cause you wanted to work and a man said no Look at you, some hating guy I saw you in my tracksuit that confirmed it, you are blatantly taking lines And you ain't been paid in time No savings, you've just been saving time You fucking div Oi Dot, how come when you Snapchat it's always in studio or in a crib? It's never on road or street, if it is it's somewhere way out the bits or sticks Postcode started with IP or TW, what kind of ends is this? Bare talking like you're gang, gang, gang, my arse you ain't even as gang as your chick You ain't gonna touch me bro I've been doing this, you're rusty bro Bare Twitter talk, stop bluffing bro Gassing it up like say I weren't on it but on Snap I was telling you buck me bro 'Cause to clash me, you gotta buck me though But hmm, why don't you wanna buck me though? 'Cause you know what's gonna happen when I buck you though On sight! [Chorus] (On sight!) Anywhere I see my man (On sight!) Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight!) Man don't want it with man (On sight!) When I'm at work I'm well protected, manna gotta have a helmet and tools (On sight!) MasterWriter, you're playing offside On or off mic it's all (On sight!) (On sight!) Tell man again (On sight!) Anywhere I see my man (On sight!) Anywhere he see's my gang (On sight!) Man don't want it with man (On sight!) When I'm at work I'm well protected, manna gotta have a helmet and tools (On sight!) MasterWriter, you're playing offside On or off mic it's all (On sight!) [Outro] On sight Tell man I said on sight Turn on your location rude boy Putting up pictures in some weird ends fam Then deleting it when people start clocking where you are Wasteman Badman that deletes tweets Money man pon mic You know sometimes you gotta do the wavy ones Hold tight Filthy Gears