perfect

Lyrics
[Intro] (Violentnight) I can't focus, I got some baddies, man, I can't concentrate (Pfft) A nigga wanna touch this fire, I'm finna box today Nigga talkin' 'bout, "It's time" he finna talk his way out Fuckin' this bitch and nigga called me crying, I'm finna grab my blatt out I fuck this bitch, I put her head in the couch, I'm finna tell her tap out Yeah, I'm finna tell her tap out [Verse] We in the car, got the crack out Bro got the Glock and you know that he stepped out I don't need body guards on me We have fun blow up the bomb, ooh-we Them two-faced niggas can't change the scene I just got eighty racks, it tickle me Yeah, these hunnid' racks wе jump over that Just leave a lil' bag, wе bumpin' to that My cougar got a cut, she fuckin' the cat He dirty as shit, bro freakin' the black I ain't freaky, get back, I'm shakin' the pack Don't fuck with that boy, he's a sneaky lil' rat Where you learn that boy? I ain't teach you 'bout that These niggas on dick, they reachin' for that Baddie, her peach too perfect Baby, don't sleep on the chest [Bridge] Ooh, I'm leaving him sleep like a tent You pissing your pants, get hit with a X [Verse 2] You got hit with a '19X I can get anyone, I don't type to flex Y'all need your rights to speak to me like nigga, why would I bite a pest? Them hollows 'bouta bite his chest Babygirl, I don't really got a type, you next If you a good girl, I'll write you a check If it ain't my boo, I don't like to have sex Bitch dirty in the trap, I'on even want that Look at my niggas cook zap Dumb nigga hit a 4 flat Big 4, I'm standin' on business Boy stop talkin' shit, you need a dentist No requirements, your shooters a gimmick My niggas pop when I shoot like the scrimmage I'm a big target, yes, you wanna hit it Accidentally spent 5 racks on my denim Nigga try me, put a cap right in him He got that— shh, you is not gon' get him Bitch ate me up, I am not no kibble
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Credits
- Writers
- Izaya Tiji