On Sight

Yeezy season approaching Fuck whatever y'all been hearing Fuck what-, fuck whatever y'all been wearing A monster about to come alive again Soon as I pull up and park the Benz We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons 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, huh? 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 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 bouncing Everybody wanna live at the top of the mountain Took her to the 'Bleau, she tried to sip the fountain That 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