Lyrics Perfect Timing - EMP

Perfect Timing

You know what time it is
I-I'm so fly with it
Boolin', I’m fine with it
You know I die for this
Pull out a clip with extendos
Bullets come fly with it
I roll up a lot of spliff
Bitch, I asked where the lighter is
I came for it all
T-Totally wasted.
I scream fuck the world
With my hands on my balls
It ain’t no joke
If your hoe wan’t that stroke
I’m the first man she calls
My shoes is designer
My stones is medusa, they know that I’m with it
My Rollie is frozen in time
You hate, admit it
You know this young nigga get it
Pull up any minute in a white Range, it’s all tinted
Never liked class, you know I was just skipping
Look at my bag, there’s just weed crumbs all in it
I need a dollar so I saw they flip it
Got me a scale and doubled my digits
She keep on poppin', poppin' all them pills
I keep on cracking, cracking all them seals
You know what time it is
I-I'm so fly with it
Boolin', I’m fine with it
You know I die for this
Pull out a clip with extendos
Bullets come fly with it
I roll up a lot of spliff
Bitch, I asked where the lighter is
Slick, slick talking keep a bitch mouth running
But you ain’t really bout this shit
Yeah I’m 'bout this shits
Keep on, keep hating on me you ain’t really bout this shit
Appearance so deceving
Keep that blocka, blocka with me
I know you ain’t really 'bout this shit
Eestbound on the speed dial
EMP bumping bitch, now we’re really killing shit
I know you right on it
Right on timing bitch you ain’t really timing shit
That’s why I’m in and you out
Don’t make my people go and hide your shit
What’s this?
Perfect timing
What’s this?
Perfect timing
What’s this?
Perfect timing
What’s this?
Perfect timing