Perfect Timing - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Lil Mama go cheat like a hoe, you say you need your distance

I hear she got you in your feelin's and I heard she out to get me

Pay no mind to the stop signs, hoes gone go no permission

She want to be mine but she way too promiscuous

Got to keep my distance, I can't fuck around with thot bitches

You know she ain't loyal, why you think that she for you

I tried to tell you before dude now don't say I didn't warn you

You shouldn't've gave up your player card

Nigga back then you was slaying broads

But you done went soft now you playing hard

I feel like you ain't my nigga no more what's happening foe?

Is you gone come and kick with the gang?

Or you just gone hang with your bitch and act like a lame?

Sit around and let her pick on your brain

You was with it, how the fuck did she change you?

You was savage, you was young, you was dangerous

You ain't around you don't know she don't claim you

Fuck these bitches can't trust em'

[Hook]

Nah, I don't want you do nothing hoe get back

I'm tryna see who really down with me

All of that money in there how it get there?

Nigga I been in here grindin'

Yeah I know your main squeeze and you know I hit that

All in the box I wasn't miming

I know they surrounding me when I'm up in there

Aura so bright it might blind you

You fuck with the kid and you gone end up kidnapped

Snatch your ass up from behind nigga

Short on them payments you hide where that bitch at

Don't act like we don't know where to find you

Don't play with no nigga's they know that I'm with that

I be putting work they assignments

And I had the tooly on me when I went there

Watch on my wrist Perfect Timing

[Verse 2]

I know you gone show out like it's an event there

I sponsor champagne so much I ain't invent that

I come from that city you can't go ain't been there

I land on some real shit I just to a ship there

The Ville be my second crib I pay the rent there

Live here but ask Ryu bro I still got kin there

When all my niggas start shooting at your bench players

Them nigga's gone run and pawn they rods like it's fish there

I'd take your bae she look this way

Sleep on a nigga like me you getting kidnapped

Her face ain't no daycare I'd still leave my kids there

No money, you know that you'll never admit that

You broke and can't fix that, can't get your bitch back

I know where your bitch at, ain't that her right there

Bruce Lee, the K got a kickback no Kristaps

Feet up, I'm chillaxed, robe on like Rick Flair It's buzzin'

Stick shift the two door is vintage, I switch gears

Get around your hoes you start stunting get bitch slapped

And they won't believe that he did that

When I'm with the fella's don't play with me

Won't take my foot off the pedal

I'm always this way 'cuz I hustled

All of that money I spent there

I'm changing these Jackson's to Tubman's

Old 50's, New 100's, bankroll was mismatched

Them new Benji's blew like the wind yeah