Imperfect
Aye, I ain't perfect
I'm perfect only for you
I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute
Bitch, I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do
Tell me how you feel
I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal
They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real
I am too real, too real for the industry
That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede
Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece
I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23
Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan
Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden
Block a ho number she just an annoyance
We finna slide if you really want war with us
Uzi be shooting it's automatic, we don't do no semis over here
I got a bitch and she want me to eat her kitty, she just wanna help me grow a beard
It took me forever to get my first pair of headphone
Glock on me, I'm finna leave that boy head gone
Trapped in a cell like a fuckin electron
Get that money, I still trap on my cellphone
They be hating cuz they fell off, get on
Yellow gold but I want me a two-tone
Yellow bitch but I want me a red bone
I smoke a cone to the face, my head strong
I spend too much time inside my feelings
I smoke til I feel it
She knows that I have always been fearless
She finds it appealing
I'ma stack my bands up to the ceiling
Everyday I'm winning
Don't try to show me no fuckin pity
You'll get popped, no izzy
My bitch freaky, she wanna do a quicky
Pull it out she lick it
She swallow my sticky, told that bitch don't give me hickey
Aye, I ain't perfect, I'm perfect only for you
I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute
Bitch I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah
Bitch I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do
Tell me how you feel
I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal
They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real
I am too real, too real for the industry
That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede
Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece
I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23
Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan
Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden
Block a ho number she just an annoyance
We finna slide if you really want war with us
I'm perfect only for you
I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute
Bitch, I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah
Bitch, I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do
Tell me how you feel
I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal
They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real
I am too real, too real for the industry
That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede
Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece
I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23
Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan
Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden
Block a ho number she just an annoyance
We finna slide if you really want war with us
Uzi be shooting it's automatic, we don't do no semis over here
I got a bitch and she want me to eat her kitty, she just wanna help me grow a beard
It took me forever to get my first pair of headphone
Glock on me, I'm finna leave that boy head gone
Trapped in a cell like a fuckin electron
Get that money, I still trap on my cellphone
They be hating cuz they fell off, get on
Yellow gold but I want me a two-tone
Yellow bitch but I want me a red bone
I smoke a cone to the face, my head strong
I spend too much time inside my feelings
I smoke til I feel it
She knows that I have always been fearless
She finds it appealing
I'ma stack my bands up to the ceiling
Everyday I'm winning
Don't try to show me no fuckin pity
You'll get popped, no izzy
My bitch freaky, she wanna do a quicky
Pull it out she lick it
She swallow my sticky, told that bitch don't give me hickey
Aye, I ain't perfect, I'm perfect only for you
I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute
Bitch I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah
Bitch I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do
Tell me how you feel
I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal
They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real
I am too real, too real for the industry
That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede
Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece
I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23
Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan
Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden
Block a ho number she just an annoyance
We finna slide if you really want war with us
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Writer(s): Reese Gradilla
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