PERFECT TIMING

Poke out ya chest in this bitch, you gon' make the news
We got some big shit goin' to war, this ain't no 22
Backdoor my homie, ain't never care, we never fuck with dude
I like my bitches little, mean a lot of attitude

I'm only takin' off them panties if you want me to
We fuck in public, don't forget, I like em ratchet too
Stolen cars, we gon' high speed, we see them white and blues
I'm chasin' money, you chasin' bitches, ain't never been the move

These bitches grimy, bro, watch out, out here these niggas slimy
Moved out the hood just in time, felt it was perfect timing
Still slide back, go to the trenches where I put in the time at
I want some diamonds, VV shinin' right now, it's time for grindin

So bitch, I'm trappin' hard, lil 4nem, still crackin' cards
My lil' nigga only 16, he a trappin' star
They life weren't shit like ours, we was placed against the odds
I know he lyin' when he banged that shit and merched on God

And I'm still with this shit, the trenches robbed my innocence
I robbed a couple niggas, hustler of ambitions bitch
I've been done witness shit, but ain't standin' on that witness shit, I got her chewin' dick
I'm so cold, ain't give that bitch a kiss, just spit that bitch a script

Now let's see if this bitch gon' strip, I want the perfect bitch
When time perfect, I ain't rushin' shit, hot cars like dealerships
This bitch bitter, still stinkin' ships, gun came with a grip
So bitch, I can't even trip

The hottest in the city, police tryna get up with me
My gang got our guns up, we been gettin' busy
Ain't worry bout no enemy, I been told them niggas come and get me
Fuck the opps, bitch, we the opps who really fuckin' with me

Poke out ya chest in this bitch, you gon' make the news
We got some big shit goin' to war, this ain't no 22
Backdoor, my homie ain't never care, we never fuck with dude
I like my bitches, little mean, a lot of attitude

I'm only takin' off them panties if you want me to
We fuck in public, don't forget, I like them ratchet too
Stolen cars, we gon' high speed, we see them white and blues
I'm chasin' money, you chasin' bitches, ain't never been the move

We got some loose screws, lil' bro never went to school
I like my hundreds blue, these expensive bikers not from Rue
Don't step on my shoe, I'm steppin' out, in some brand new
I'm Cap, can't cap to you, so I had to tell the truth
And I'm still with the shit, the trenches robbed my innocence

I robbed a couple niggas, hustler of ambitions, bitch
I've been done witness, shit, but I ain't standin' on that witness, shit
I got her chewin' dick, I'm so cold, ain't give that bitch a kiss
Just spit that bitch a script, now let's see if this bitch gon' strip

I want the perfect bitch, when time perfect I ain't rushin' shit
Hot cars like dealerships, this bitch bitter, still sinkin' ships
Gun came with a grip, so bitch, I can't even trip



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Writer(s): Bryant Boyd
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