On Sight TJ Porter (Ft. Calboy)
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[Verse 1: TJ Porter]
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 R.I.P.
You can see it through my shirt, yeah, my chain icy
I'm a young rich nigga, wanna be like me
[Verse 2: Calboy]
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
[Verse 3: TJ Porter]
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
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 R.I.P.
You can see it through my shirt, yeah, my chain icy
I'm a young rich nigga, wanna be like me
[Verse 2: Calboy]
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
[Verse 3: TJ Porter]
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
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