Perfect Timing
Woaah woah woah
Woaah woah woah
Hell yeaah
Niggas repeat shit like they bitches They like sum paraceets
And i den pulled up in this push start Need no pair of keys
Why the fuck I keep sipping liquor when these bitches whining
I den went and bust down my Rollie I cant see the timing
Free my dogs up out the chain i can't say i miss em
Ain't talking games but u know they locked up in that system
Remember balling with all my dogs cant say they we fell Vic dem
24 shots like I'm Kobe they say I'm so offensive
Yea yea yea
Imma cash out the whole bank like atms
I can't die young yeah no not here
My heart so cold imma ball above the rim
Imma ball like Tyrek Hill
Say if they want smoke then we at ya top forreal
I know sum young niggas selling that hard that came straight off that block they kill
Yea Yea Yea
I'm from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
The backend shift came in with all hundreds
The love that you gave shit so redundant
I'm not Derez but yea i did the hardaway
Seen my youngin pulled up on the right away
I den went and bustdown shawty cartier Yea yea
Sippin on codine
Fuck all them bitches serve it to the feens
I remember it was summer 16
Niggas steady mobbing tryna get the creed
Yea yea yea
Niggas repeat shit like they bitches They like sum paraceets
And i den pulled up in this push start Need no pair of keys
Why the fuck I keep sipping liquor when these bitches whining
I den went and bust down my Rollie I cant see the timing
Free my dogs up out the chain i can't say i miss em
Ain't talking games but u know they locked up in that system
Remember balling with all my dogs cant say they we fell Vic dem
24 shots like I'm Kobe they say I'm so offensive
Yea yea yea
We on the cream we on the lean
She want celine
Hop on jet we in a beam
We in a dream
Yea he get caught he pay the fine yea
That nigga get knocked off he den crossed that line yea
Don't play with them
You play with me we carry them fire arms baby
Yea its so hot on the block right now just hit the fire alarm baby
Yea free Osama until he up in tho
I'm outside with this bitch in the window
Homicide and this bitch with extendo
Woaah woah woah
Hell yeaah
Niggas repeat shit like they bitches They like sum paraceets
And i den pulled up in this push start Need no pair of keys
Why the fuck I keep sipping liquor when these bitches whining
I den went and bust down my Rollie I cant see the timing
Free my dogs up out the chain i can't say i miss em
Ain't talking games but u know they locked up in that system
Remember balling with all my dogs cant say they we fell Vic dem
24 shots like I'm Kobe they say I'm so offensive
Yea yea yea
Imma cash out the whole bank like atms
I can't die young yeah no not here
My heart so cold imma ball above the rim
Imma ball like Tyrek Hill
Say if they want smoke then we at ya top forreal
I know sum young niggas selling that hard that came straight off that block they kill
Yea Yea Yea
I'm from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
The backend shift came in with all hundreds
The love that you gave shit so redundant
I'm not Derez but yea i did the hardaway
Seen my youngin pulled up on the right away
I den went and bustdown shawty cartier Yea yea
Sippin on codine
Fuck all them bitches serve it to the feens
I remember it was summer 16
Niggas steady mobbing tryna get the creed
Yea yea yea
Niggas repeat shit like they bitches They like sum paraceets
And i den pulled up in this push start Need no pair of keys
Why the fuck I keep sipping liquor when these bitches whining
I den went and bust down my Rollie I cant see the timing
Free my dogs up out the chain i can't say i miss em
Ain't talking games but u know they locked up in that system
Remember balling with all my dogs cant say they we fell Vic dem
24 shots like I'm Kobe they say I'm so offensive
Yea yea yea
We on the cream we on the lean
She want celine
Hop on jet we in a beam
We in a dream
Yea he get caught he pay the fine yea
That nigga get knocked off he den crossed that line yea
Don't play with them
You play with me we carry them fire arms baby
Yea its so hot on the block right now just hit the fire alarm baby
Yea free Osama until he up in tho
I'm outside with this bitch in the window
Homicide and this bitch with extendo
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Writer(s): Melvin Russell Iii
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