Perfect Timing

Uh huh Yeah Nigga
Fuck is you talking about nigga
Jungle life shit nigga Yeah nigga
Up Season FSTH on the way nigga
Hell you talk about nigga
Boss Life. Fuck you Mean Yeah)
Being all that time in the jungle
Fuck around in that struggle
Fuck around with them young niggas
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

These Niggas hating on you, cause they see that you going
Up on a nigga, so that know that it's the come up
I'm trying to get this money, stack up my commas
Never trust a bitch, always talking like she love me
Street showed no loyalty and bitch will never be loyal
I'm just trying to stack up off my grind
Work up out my struggle
Like you'll lose your mind
Nigga you will lose your bitch
Paralyzed to the fact, nigga I can't feel shit
Drop 30 racks on my wrist, just to feel good
Posted up in Pittsburgh, Bitch I'm still hood
If a nigga trying me, Hoe I wish they would
Amigo call my phone, A bitch I'm still plugged
We got the shooter, we get the connect
We get the money, we get the flex
We get whatever, fuck you saying
Fuck you talking, Bitch we up
Gotta 30 racks on my wrist just to feel good
Cartier frames on my face I'm looking good, Hoe for real

Going just so hard, a nigga striking for these checks
And I can't give a fuck about it, I don't care about what's next
And I been praying for my blessing, put that Drip around my neck
Fuck a what you saying, that's perfect timing (Yeah)
That watch on my wrist, perfect timing
Bust down and I got to fuck my bitch, perfect timing
When you getting to the money, that's perfect timing
When they see you coming up, that's perfect timing

I can't lift my arm cause my wrist froze, hold up
Took yo bitch from you boy yo bitch stole, hold up
Riding in that Vet, riding round I'm that Vet
Suicide doors like they go up, like I been on Hoe for real
Going just so hard, a nigga striking for these checks
And I can't give a fuck about it, I don't care about what's next
30 racks up on my wrist, and that shit cost for real
That watch on my wrist GO! GO!
I GO HARD, I GO HARD, BITCH I GO HARD
BITCH WE GO UP
I fuck with nothing but bad bitches, I got standards
Flat earring screens, TV they turn the channel
I fuck with nothing, but real niggas that get money [yea, yea]
I want a bag for real,[yea, yea]
I want the clothes,[yea, yea]
I want the hoes,[yea, yea]
I want the money still
Cause bitch we up
Drop 30 racks on my wrist just to feel good
Westside Zone 1 aye bitch I'm still Hood, Hoe for real

Going just so hard, a nigga striking for these checks
And I can't give a fuck about it, I don't care about what's next
And I been praying for my blessing, put that Drip around my neck
Fuck a what you saying, that's perfect timing (Yea)
That watch on my wrist, perfect timing
Bust down and I got to fuck my bitch, perfect timing
When you getting to that money, that's perfect timing
When they see you coming up, that's perfect timing

These Niggas hating on you, cause they see that you going
Up on a nigga so that know that it's the come up
I'm trying to get this money, stack up my commas
Never trust a bitch, always talking like she love me
Street showed no loyalty and bitch will never be loyal
I'm just trying to stack up off my grind
Work up out my struggle
Like you'll lose your mind
Nigga you will lose your bitch
Paralyzed to the fact, nigga I can't feel shit