On Sight

[Intro: Audio Sample] A bitch is not supposed to be looking at a pimp When a pimp ride by they're supposed to be looking at the mothafuckin' curb And when she look up at a pimp she can be broke for reckless eyeballing When I say reckless eyeballing that means that she's making eye contact with the pimp [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Stop texting my phone with that dumbass shit They pull me over on my name and they gone grab my shit Song full of heels, bitches bags and shit Read the convo, she talkin' how she bagged the trick Now I'm back in the station and they're sweating the kid Talkin' bout we know your music and we heard you a pimp Well that's he say she say I'm just a word And it if ain't no berg then what's the word Know I'm so Westside like that's the terp Catch me nodding in the studio, that's the purp Polo sport head to toe from my sweats to shirt Hear feelers for a place slide through Lemerc Hit bash in the east head out to jersey Yeah it's gang where I bang nigga thought you heard Fuck around and get to us and I hold a word Keep a tootie with my flutie when we posted on third [Chorus] Riding around to that classic shit Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin Riding around to that classic shit Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit [Verse 2: Larry June] She came with nothing, she left with nothing We could have been winning, but the bitch was frontin' I see your new P got you pregnant and shit He fell in love with her, he went and married the bitch That's what happen when a hoe give a square nigga bread I done checked fifty stacks never even got head The West coast flow so we headed to the East Twenty thousand dollars out of Philly in a week Put the bitch in a jag and a Saint Laurent purse Have her looking like some money when she walk in the cliffs I don't take out no cars, I just take our the dinner Got the bitch a little credit card just for using Lyft I don't wanna be your boyfriend, I wanna be your pimp We can slide out to Napa, take a few sips We ain't gotta go to Vegas just to make chips But I got a spot in Vegas if you wanna chill Take her on a vacation and spend a lil this I see the bitch blew on you, chose up on a real one So I checked with em had to show the nigga paper Yeah the bitch in good hands Now it's back to the paper [Chorus] Riding around to that classic shit Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit We be payin' on a late night, that's a trick I be bringing bitches on site, that's a pimp Like that's a pimp, betta ask the pimp He be fuckin' on his hoes like that's a sin Riding around to that classic shit Nigga put this in your tapedeck that's a hit