On Site FT. Summer Sky

Lyrics

(Intro – Woman)

Yeah…
(Mm-mm, yeah)
Ain’t no more talkin’
Ain’t no more internet beef
When I catch you outside, it’s pressure
(Pressure, pressure)
West coast, baby

(Chorus 1 – Woman)

It’s on site when I see you (see you)
No text back, we gon’ slide through (slide through)
All that woofin’ on the ‘Gram get lethal (boom-boom)
Now your whole squad nervous when we creep through
It’s on site when I see you (ahh)
Blue rag hangin’ out the coupe too (skrrt)
Palm trees, low rides, that’s the west move
You was talkin’ real loud, now it’s dead news

(Verse 1 – Rapper 1)

I’m ridin’ down Crenshaw, chrome on the six-four (skrrt)
Gold Dayton spokes while I’m knockin’ down your big door (boom)
Heard you sneak dissin’, pillow talkin’ with the weirdos
Till the gang popped out, now your heartbeat in turbo
West side stompin’, all black Air Forces (ayy)
Everybody tough online, face-to-face cautious
We don’t do the politics, we handle it regardless
Catch him at the light, leave his pride where the car is
Big smoke in the air, smell the gunpowder (grrah)
He was yellin’ “he a killer,” now his voice softer
Homies bounce out deep, lookin’ like a concert
You ain’t really active, you just good at bein’ awkward

(Chorus 2 – Woman)

It’s on site when I see you (yeah-yeah)
Bet that energy switch when we roll through (roll through)
You was playin’ both sides, now they know you (know you)
Real ones move silent, never post moves
It’s on site when I see you (mm)
Late night, black hoodie, all see-through (boom-boom)
Red lights in the mirror, we still slide smooth
West coast built different, what it do?

(Verse 2 – Rapper 2)

I came up where the OGs taught respect first (facts)
If you barkin’ on the set, better step first
Chain swingin’, blue chucks with the fresh crease
Enemy lines turn quiet when the set speak
We don’t really do the gossip and the chit-chat
Catch him out in traffic, windows down, then it get cracked (boom)
You ain’t built for this pressure, better sit back
‘Fore your mama gotta cry where your kids at
Long beach nights, moon glow on the handgun
Everybody gangster till them real steppers land up
Tattoos, bad habits, and a cold stare
Heard your name in the streets, nobody go there

(Chorus 3 – Woman)

It’s on site when I see you (on God)
You can’t hide behind security either (nah)
Same girls hypin’ you don’t even need ya
Now you lookin’ over shoulders every weekend
It’s on site when I see you (see you)
All that fake tough talk see-through (fake)
We outside every night, what it lead to?
West coast energy, better keep cool

(Verse 3 – Rapper 1)

Gold grills flashin’ while I hop out the passenger (ayy)
Known for makin’ loud mouths disappear faster (grrah)
You ain’t from the trenches, you an actor
Internet bangin’, real life run backwards
Homie got the blower tucked under the pro club
Palm trees swayin’ while we mob through your whole hood
No security needed where we go, blood
Everybody know the code when the smoke up
Candy paint drippin’ under city lights
Bad lil’ vibe with me yellin’, “Baby, he ain’t right”
Told her if I catch him, it’s a long night
Ain’t no squashing nothin’, we can do it on sight

(Chorus 4 – Woman)

It’s on site when I see you (yeah)
Better pray to God I don’t reach you (reach you)
All that disrespect came back to you (boom-boom)
Now the whole city know we don’t do peace moves
It’s on site when I see you (ahh)
Low rider slidin’ with the beat too (skrrt)
West coast nights get dangerous
And the wrong words’ll leave you nameless

(Verse 4 – Rapper 2)

We was raised where survival was the anthem (facts)
Now I’m outside posted where you can’t come
Big chains, thick smoke, and a bankroll
Still the same dude hangin’ out the Range though
Enemies lurkin’, but they never in my eyesight
Only tough around cameras and the limelight
I done seen real killers move in silence
While the loudest dudes usually dying from it
So I keep one tucked with the beam on it (grrah)
Just in case a sucker think he dream-haunted
West coast legend every time the beat drop
You can keep the internet, we really in the streets, ah

(Outro – Woman)

Yeah…
(It’s on site)
Don’t speak on me if you ain’t ready for the pressure
West coast forever
(Mm-mm, west side)
GT flow
Catch you outside… it’s up
Fade out…