On Sight

Composed by：Keith Carte

Yeezy season approachin'

Fuck whatever y'all been hearin'

Fuck what fuck whatever y'all been wearin'

A monster about to come alive again

Soon as I pull up and park the Benz

We get this bitch shaking like Parkinson's

Take my number and lock it in

Indian hair no moccasins

It's too many hoes in this house of sin

Real nigga back in the house again

Black Timbs all on your couch again

Black dick all in your spouse again

And I know she like chocolate men

She got more niggas off than Cochran hah

On sight

On sight

How much do I not give a fuck?

Let me show you right now 'fore you give it up

How much do I not give a fuck?

Let me show you right now 'fore you give it up

Oh He'll give us what we need

It may not be what we want

Baby girl tryna get a nut

And her girl tryna give it up

Chopped 'em both down

Don't judge 'em Joe Brown

One last announcement

No sports bra let's keep it bouncin'

Everybody wanna live at the top of the mountain

Took her to the 'Bleau she tried to sip the fountain

That's when David Grutman kicked her out

But I got her back in and put my dick in her mouth

On sight

On sight

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Right now

I need right now

Right now

I need I need right now

Right now

I need I need right now