Lyrics Perfect Timing - Adam John

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Swift like Taylor fistfight haters
Bitches get Shocked VV's hit like tasers wrist ice glacier
Shit might make ya blind if you look make em squint like Asia
Ghost ride the wip we can hitchhike later
Don't mind the drip boy I gets my paper
Hoes ride the dick then they split like later
So high the bitch might lift in the air uh
They like Adam what you tripping on
Not shit homie I been in a different mode
Flipping dough till the day that I can live alone
Stacking up my money towers making yours look minuscule
40 Ruger in my hand that's my little bro
Boy you call that shit a brand that shit pitiful
15 grand on a videos the minimal
And that's without a label why you acting like you didn't know
Fuck a major boy I majored into flipping O's
Hanging out with different hoes laying by the swimming pool
Fuck a hater there aint no need to be critical
Got junkies listening
Cause they know everything I spit is dope
You keep talking out your neck then Ima slit your throat (cut it)
Put that target on your head like you lil boat (yachty)
Leave you coughing up your blood like you hit a bowl
I've been to the trenches bro I don't got no principles
In the Audi Quattro with a hot hoe
Flock of birds in the trunk like I'm Chapo (gang shi)
That boy claim that he a real one but he not though
I can see his fake persona through the pot smoke
Clean up all of these fugazzi's like the shop closed
Sweep em up then I feed em to the croco's
Hold up, VV's on my clock froze
City on tsunami every single time he drop flows
Bravo what they saying when I walk by
Hallow got no soul I'll make a thot cry
Pablo I was broke but now it's all mine
Catch me at the wrong time they gon find you hogtied
Little homie we are not the same
You aint talking bout some money in the convo I cannot relate
I remember I would steal it out my papa's safe
Just to get a little taste now I'm in a different place
Getting paid don't really know what else there is to say
Haters wanna instigate but I just look the other way
Sit and pray everybody with me sitting straight
Thank the Lord above me if he bless me with another day
Shining like a summer day hungry yeah my stomach ache
Facing all the fears that appear I never run away
Fourth and inches and I'm one away
Gotta go Rolly on me say I'm running late
Perfect timing