Discover the poetic beauty in ‘On Sight’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah
Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand, got a clip
I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands, got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with a Sprite)
But I keep the xans with a fifth
Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand, got a clip
She gon’ shake her ass, she gon’ strip (yeah, yeah)
I’ma put my hand on her grip (yeah, yeah)
Got these rubber bands on my hip (ooh, yeah)
Blowin’ all these bands and you strip
I just walked to Gucci, bought that brand new bag (ooh, yeah)
Put my .40 in it, then removed the tags (no)
No matter how much money, that boy got a past (ooh, yeah)
I was pullin’ up on niggas on the first and last (no)
Now Glam Boy takin’ bitches in a peacoat
Every city, different hoe to run the deepthroat
S550 goin’ fast, I don’t use the breaks
I just bought her all this ice, case she wanna skate (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Servin’ up the plug like this still scrimmage, aye (ooh, yeah)
Now we drippin’, turn that Cuban link to lemonade (yeah)
All that stress done made a monster, so that Mary Kate
Straight out the hood, we movin’ up but I buy wedding rings (ooh, yeah)
Married to the streets, that shit be in my veins (ooh, yeah)
Pop that molly case the sins I did try takin’ me (Glam Boy)
Saint Laurent all on my body, bodeine in my brain (bodeine brain)
That shit calmin’ down my nerves after I hit a stain
Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand, got a clip
I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands, got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with the Sprite)
But I keep the xans with a fifth
Motorboat, goin’ coast to coast
Rari, Rolls, gotta do the Ghost (do the Ghost)
Raf, Ricky, you got “what are those?”
Foreign gear, I explore for my clothes
Foreign car, see the moon and star
Foreign wheel, crash in the ‘ville
Foreign car (foreign car), who is on Mars (is on Mars)
Foreign wheel (foreign), do my dash, then I dip (do my dash, then I)
Hallelujah, drive the rover on Halloween
Molly, booze, I got a coupe on candy cream (jeez)
Hallelujah, pussy wet I’ll Scuba Steve
Hallelujah, I manifested all my dreams
Meet in the state, with a gate on the premises
G Wagon look like a tank to my nemesis
Rock in my wing, keep a thot like a drink
Watched by the opp but it’s not what they think
Next time we meet, yeah, it’s on sight (ah) (ooh)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see, ain’t no hand fight (ah) (ooh)
They don’t understand, got a clip
I cannot throw hands, got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands, got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite (with the Sprite)
But I keep the xans with a fifth