Perfect Timing
And I'll never get a bitch name tatted
I'm cut from a fabric you niggas never seen I'm fantastic
Wasn't sorry when I heard about your bro it was tragic
The guns in the attic, I'm feenin' for some money fanatic
Never been trappin' my niggas got that loud like a racket
The pussy I crash it, fuck and disappear like its magic
I creep with the plastic, niggas dissin' me let em have it
The scene it was graphic, shottas flip em like a gymnastic
Stretch em elastic, try to rob me ima blast it
Fuckin' like rabbits, she toot it up you know ima smack it
I fuck it and pass it, ain't famous but I still gotta wrap it
You not in my bracket, tooley hidin' up in this jacket
Don't test me I'll grab it, smoke em like a cigarette habit
The glock gotta clap it, only killin' me if they catch em
It's never gon' happen
She tryna wipe me down like a napkin
Them niggas be cappin', swear to God them niggas be cappin
Yeah them niggas wasn't ready for that
Hold on lemme get right back in it
Niggas actin' like they shoot but they lyin'
When shells get to flyin' they runnin' duckin' hidin' or dyin'
I got perfect timing
She want it then the dick I'm supplyin'
I beat up the lining and gone before the pussy done dryin'
Them niggas be shy when the 40 in my hand and it's rising
Them bullets is hot, hit a nigga body he fryin'
And now mama's cryin'
Shoulda known PT he a lion
The pressure applyin'
40 or the nick undecided
Them niggas be trippin', guarantee they shoes ima tie em
I fuck and I'm ghost, she wonder why I'm never replyin'
Them niggas be tellin', get up on that stand testifyin'
I'm creepin' I'm spyin' hit everything the whip occupyin'
Got love for the streets
And you know that shit is undyin' so what you implyin'
I gotta shoot it first I ain't tyin'
On me they relyin'
Swervin' cause she suckin' I'm driving
It's on then I'm slidin', beat up all them cases I'm fightin'
My senses is heightened, spot a oppa I gotta light em
My niggas is ridin'
Thick bitches I gotta pipe em
I know that they like em
Cut her off and now the bitch dykin'
You try me you wildin', swear to God you try me I'm wildin'
The shells hit his body, now the murder scene horrifyin'
They giving out names, now niggas start justifyin'
She mad I don't want her, now she making faces and sighing
Lil' baby she know me, not a pimp girl I am the guy when
I step in the building, niggas hating bitches be eyeing
I'm killin' the pussy, niggas get to callin' them sirens
Let me slow it down for you when you suck it no bitin'
Aye, when you suck it don't bite it
I'm cut from a fabric you niggas never seen I'm fantastic
Wasn't sorry when I heard about your bro it was tragic
The guns in the attic, I'm feenin' for some money fanatic
Never been trappin' my niggas got that loud like a racket
The pussy I crash it, fuck and disappear like its magic
I creep with the plastic, niggas dissin' me let em have it
The scene it was graphic, shottas flip em like a gymnastic
Stretch em elastic, try to rob me ima blast it
Fuckin' like rabbits, she toot it up you know ima smack it
I fuck it and pass it, ain't famous but I still gotta wrap it
You not in my bracket, tooley hidin' up in this jacket
Don't test me I'll grab it, smoke em like a cigarette habit
The glock gotta clap it, only killin' me if they catch em
It's never gon' happen
She tryna wipe me down like a napkin
Them niggas be cappin', swear to God them niggas be cappin
Yeah them niggas wasn't ready for that
Hold on lemme get right back in it
Niggas actin' like they shoot but they lyin'
When shells get to flyin' they runnin' duckin' hidin' or dyin'
I got perfect timing
She want it then the dick I'm supplyin'
I beat up the lining and gone before the pussy done dryin'
Them niggas be shy when the 40 in my hand and it's rising
Them bullets is hot, hit a nigga body he fryin'
And now mama's cryin'
Shoulda known PT he a lion
The pressure applyin'
40 or the nick undecided
Them niggas be trippin', guarantee they shoes ima tie em
I fuck and I'm ghost, she wonder why I'm never replyin'
Them niggas be tellin', get up on that stand testifyin'
I'm creepin' I'm spyin' hit everything the whip occupyin'
Got love for the streets
And you know that shit is undyin' so what you implyin'
I gotta shoot it first I ain't tyin'
On me they relyin'
Swervin' cause she suckin' I'm driving
It's on then I'm slidin', beat up all them cases I'm fightin'
My senses is heightened, spot a oppa I gotta light em
My niggas is ridin'
Thick bitches I gotta pipe em
I know that they like em
Cut her off and now the bitch dykin'
You try me you wildin', swear to God you try me I'm wildin'
The shells hit his body, now the murder scene horrifyin'
They giving out names, now niggas start justifyin'
She mad I don't want her, now she making faces and sighing
Lil' baby she know me, not a pimp girl I am the guy when
I step in the building, niggas hating bitches be eyeing
I'm killin' the pussy, niggas get to callin' them sirens
Let me slow it down for you when you suck it no bitin'
Aye, when you suck it don't bite it
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Writer(s): Paul Thames
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