Lyrics On Sight - P Money

On Sight

Yeah
Ayy, this one’s wavy
Gotta do the wavy ones
On sight and all that
Okay
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!
(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!)
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!
(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!)
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