Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SkipSkool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brick God
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal & Alex
Producer
Lyrics
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
If I catch you while I'm lurkin' it was worth it,
(It was worth it)
If I catch you where you eatin I'ma serve it
(I'ma serve it)
I'ma kill 'em then I act like I be hurtin'
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
Yeah it's perfect
Pull up at your funeral and cry in person, hah
I heard your momma say that boy was undeservin' (shut up)
The fuck she talkin' 'bout I knew a different version
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
All these bluelights got me swervin
Latenight creepin ain't no sleepin I'm a merchant (where they at?)
A thousand grams ain't a thang
What, you nervous?
That's a sentence in the trunk if they search it
Ay, ay
Just got the new they locked up my mans
Gotta make moves an switch up my plans
We is too different you don't understand
Crossin' the border then switchin' the van
The sport of importin these illicit grams
Do what I want, you do what you can
Since a young boy I've been makin these bands
Fly overseas eat steak when I land
I'm rollin dolo that bitch want a photo but I don't wan' know tho'
Take her back to the spot yeah that girl a thot she bouncin' like pogo
She all on my dick and she ain't goin stop till I let 'er go, tho'
Got my girl at the crib but this bitch is thick an she drive me bozo
Get rich or die tryin' I live by that shit, yeah that shii my moto
I spent five racks on a couple of tracks, just for the promo
I get it right back, yeah straight out the trap, we whipin the yola
Why you callin me bro, yeah don't call me bro I ain't tryna know ya
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
If I catch you while I'm lurkin' it was worth it,
If I catch you where you eatin I'ma serve it
I'ma kill 'em then I act like I be hurtin'
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
Yeah it's perfect
Pull up at your funeral and cry in person,
I heard your momma say that boy was undeservin'
The fuck she talkin' 'bout I knew a different version
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
I feel 'em watch every step every move,
Eightball in my pocket, I ain't playin pool
Rocks in the bag like they runnin they jewels
Got lots to gain and nothing to lose
All these bricks got me flossin' now
That's new shoes when I'm walkin' out
No rap money, what you talkin bout
I was dead broke, I had to sort it out
Ay, ay
They talkin like they really movin packs, but that ain't facts, no
We could do some business I'm just tryna make this cash flow
Actin like you copin and you movin but you lack though
Don't ask for the price if you ain't really 'bout to stack those
Swimmin in her pussy, bitch I'm teachin' her the backstroke
Lil' bitch a cutie with a booty break your back hoe
Four hundred in your pocket, flip that shit and make a rack tho
Always pay up front you never know when that's your last move
Everybody bout it till that drama really here
Now everybody body shoutin' but nobody really dare
And he bleed like you bleed so that shit gonna be fair
And you know you goin' regret it but right now you just don't care
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
If I catch you while I'm lurkin' it was worth it,
If I catch you where you eatin I'ma serve it
I'ma kill 'em then I act like I be hurtin'
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
Yeah it's perfect
Pull up at your funeral and cry in person,
I heard your momma say that boy was undeservin'
The fuck she talkin' 'bout I knew a different version
(Ooh) Perfect, yeah it's perfect
Writer(s): Milo Going
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