Precision

(Hey)
Boi, boi (hey)
Trill fuck with real, nigga
Hey

Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy

I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy

Grandma was in the A, aunty was in the A, and momma had Triple-A
I wasn't scared to crash anyone in the way
I'm ridin' shawty while bro had a shawty (swear) like we in the getaway
I gotta penetrate, I gotta generate, I gave like 20 some years to my hood, now I gotta go live away
I'm out of town but I'm not on the getaway, I spend a giveaway

Fuck you mean? I'm the generous king for real
I fuck her to sleep then I light up the street, got her screamin' like Billie Jean for real (woah, woah)
I'm from the M, I got Ms in the bank and Ms in all my streams for real
Feelin' like Phil, they'll be livin' like Carlton if I leave 'em in the will

Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy

I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy

Baby, I'm lovin' the taste, I think I'm ready for kids
She said, well, then stop tryna cum in her face
Mm, that make sense
I'm goin' up, past LA rent, I'm goin' off, no failsafe switch
Yeah, me and my team go back like plastic cupboys on some tailgate shit, okay, ho, look

All eyes on me, ho, I feel like I'm Truman, and we finna win it 'cause I'm 'bout to lose it
I don't give a fuck what computers is 'puting, I go off of feel, no hesi just shoot it (shoot)
I'd die for my team, I'm the coach, I'm recruitin' (woo)

I'm spendin' my time and I'm savin' the day, ho, I feel a mutant, I built like a student
I'm feelin' like bilingual 'cause I'm in Nigeria
Rockin' the Cubans, smokin' on Cubans
My life was a highlight reel that keep on loopin'

You can't just tell me shit, ho, you gotta prove it (boi)
These niggas stealin', they first name is Lupin (boi)
I'm hittin' hard than a bitch, Hadouken
They sendin' shots but somehow I just juke it (woo)
Hittin' my dance, muhfucka, I'm B-I-G, you know I can't forget that I do it (do it)

Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy

I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Maurice Ii Pears, Aaron Booe, Zacari Moses Pacaldo, Darnell Lorenzo Carlton, Terius Adamu Ya Gesteelde-diamont, Isaac De Boni, Michael Mule, Jordan T. Ortiz, Travis Walton, Jordan Michael Houston, Markus Alandrus Randle, Sean Anderson, Eric A. Bellinger, Willie Hutch, Paul D. Beauregard
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