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