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On Sight
Hip-Hop/Rap
On Sight was released on February 10, 2025 by XKULSIVEZ as a part of the album MYTHBABY
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Release DateFebruary 10, 2025
LabelXKULSIVEZ
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Like, bitch it's on sight
When I'm blowed in the head, I ain't right
On that block, go let off some light
I spint through the night
I be sleep while I'm clutchin' my pipe
**** play then his ass goin' high
That **** gon' cry
Make sure he an angel and fly
Make sure his bitch ass touch the sky
Make a **** go bye
**** say he gon' catch my ass lackin
His gang even know that's a lie
Fuck that a Kay in his mouth, he see how it taste
I'm raised I the South, I pick up the pace
He say, what this about?
My mind not erased
I'm keepin' it cool, I don't have to say
Bruh shot at my **** while it was broad day
**** runnin' like he'll out run a Kay
Bullet, hawk em down, aim shots at his face
I told the **** that I wasn't gon' chase
I said fuck it, shoot at lil' bruh and his cousin
New pack, moved off shufflin
Like new phone buzzin
Who gives a fuck cause I doesn't
All of em' sound like they mufflin
Cook that lil' boy like an oven
Now I turn nothin' to somethin, that glock's gon' turn em to nothin
Ain't no discussion
Bullets give him a concussion
Bullets gon' stop all that fussin
**** take on the war like a Russian
Get to the bag, I was rushin
You thought that you was that guy but you wasn't
That little boy, he say be lovin, bullets was stompin
Bullets said spill on that boy like a pumpkin
Like this ain't no Donuts, but **** I'm Dunkin
Say his bitch comin' over on a Friday Night and **** I ain't talkin' bout Funkin
**** you lil' bruh, but I'ma big bruh
Like, what you wanna do?
Like fuck all the rules
Can't walk a mile in my shoes
Plus you ain't throw as much shots as I threw
**** got drums, it's comin' in two
And these twins, name it Kelly and Shelly
Bullets flyin' out on the daily
**** I told ya that you better pay me
Put a drum on the stick and it ain't got no safety
Let that bitch blow, you gon' be shakin
Real South-Side Baby
Uppin' my hand while I grip on that glock tryna make his ass lazy
And note that I'm crazy
Have that lil' look on my face, revenge
I'll make the day rainy
Like, he tried to play me
Tried to set me up at an alley, I knocked em, you can't even blame me
Like, bitch it's on sight
When I'm blowed in the head, I ain't right
On that block, go let off some light
I spint through the night
I be sleep while I'm clutchin' my pipe
**** play then his ass goin' high
That **** gon' cry
Make sure he an angel and fly
Make sure his bitch ass touch the sky
Make a **** go bye
**** say he gon' catch my ass lackin
His gang even know that's a lie
Fuck that a Kay in his mouth, he see how it taste
I'm raised I the South, I pick up the pace
He say, what this about?
My mind not erased
I'm keepin' it cool, I don't have to say
Bruh shot at my **** while it was broad day
**** runnin' like he'll out run a Kay
Bullet, hawk em down, aim shots at his face
I told the **** that I wasn't gon' chase
Written by: Emanuel King
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