On Sight - P Money

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