[Hook: Jag Gatz]
It’s on sight
Contact when I bomb like
Iraq on the wrong side
I’m back when the time’s right
Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine
Songs tight, when I’m in the zone I feel Kong height
On mic’s, doing anything just to stock my
Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike
[Verse 1: Jag Gatz]
On sight, they always seem to miss me, they cannot fix me
Same way they hits be, constantly missing
I’m on that list see, never go diss me
That shit too risky, all of y’all Disney
Each of my discs be, Styles plus Kiss, Sheek
On locks got this key, we can get busy
Spin them till they dizzy dizzy
Lil bitch I’m a widow maker
Take names now get the info later
Make you lose it all for a little paper
This that jump out the window danger
Too much at stake to get into haters
Shit go left with no indicator
Felt like this since back in Decatur
Drawing out plays like a illustrator
Everyone fuck with the vision
Make them trust my decisions
Now they must come and listen
You can’t touch my division
Lightning struck my ignition
Make my cuts with precision
When you come from the kitchen
Bitch you love competition
Better talk to me nicely
Blowing up seeming likely
My price tag getting pricey
Empty wrists getting icy
Got the crown hold it tightly
All my thugs feeling slimy
Career highs on a nightly
Hoe I know you don’t like me
[Hook: Jag Gatz]
So it’s on sight
Contact when I bomb like
Iraq on the wrong side
I’m back when the time’s right
Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine
Songs tight, when I’m in the zone I feel Kong height
On mic’s, doing anything just to stock my
Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike
[Verse 2: Gio Luna]
I spin that block I get that .40 action
I'm packing smoke I'll never choke that boy don't want no cancer
I'll wrap a body for the goal I'm always shooting hat-tricks
Your money growth has gotten slow it's looking like molasses
I spin that block I put like 40 at you
I'm moving slow up off that perky, I move like molasses
The feds they keeping tabs but I ain't even paying taxes
I run them plays, I know bout 3 of them I call a hat-trick
I'm going up I think I'm gaining traction
My Glock it got a dick but that ain't even on some trap shit
They think they moving weight, I bet they huh I bet they capping
That bitch gon' snitch over some dick, that pillow talking drastic
[Hook: Jag Gatz]
So it’s on sight
Contact when I bomb like
Iraq on the wrong side
I’m back when the time’s right
Long night for any fuck boy say they want mine
Songs tight, when I’m in the zone I feel Kong height
On mic’s, doing anything just to stock my
Bonsai green and that cream like a Klondike
[Verse 3: Jag Gatz]
But ain’t shit out here sweet dawg
I get lit off the heat dawg
You ain’t sitting with me dawg
Ain’t the one you could leave off
Cuz the kid been the hardest
Check the box each department
Swear to God don’t you start shit
Ain’t ending well, I ain’t never fail
Raising heaven hell, making metal yell
Shit is getting real
Talk to the Lord say I’m sending twelve
Up to him, aim at heads I’m shooting
Built for it motherfucker I’m proven
All that peace shit I been speaking off the deep end that shit ruined
I just mastered the art of war
If you bitch made don’t you hit me I see no need for us to argue for
We moving like we some sharks ashore
It’s how you think when in the dark before
So you want it bet you ain’t seen it yet get the candle set and we sparking yours
