G'Slim - Perfect Timing

New Orleans nigga I'll choose dickies Over this VLone
Put the ball in my hand ima make Sure we on
I been full throttle I'm going above And beyond
He been sipping syrup cause he need Someone to lean on
Hop out with a dime on me
Other dime go to my son
I'll be damn settling for second I'm the Chosen one
Every Zoe I know we been locked in Since jits
Ain't wasting time trying to text you Bitch when Ima hit uh
Ima lil slimey
I'll hold the door for you cause Ima lil Paranoid when people walk behind Me
I been in the stu back to back this is Perfect timing
Give the real on these tracks uh No I Don't speak capenese
I wasn't good with equations but Could work them two two threes
Bro just popped another Adderall he Ain't going to sleep
Grinding for my son making sure I Put them racks up
If we link I just want your neck now Pick your panties up
Now my heart froze uh
Suited up for draft day I'm feeling Like I'm chose uh
That blick shoot boogers I just Screwed on the nose uh
They catching bodies then shoot up The road uh
That's why I'm lonely here
They steady slipping I'm on shit like Maggots
Plane Jane it value more I'm Unhealthy no karats
That shit cost two hundred they not in my Bracket
With two shoes in my closet that's Like three thousand no capping
I'm just getting started
You was a witness should've closed Your eyes now you a target
I don't need no handout I get money Regardless yeah
I done lost too many ones it put me In the darkness
Broke my heart and turned me Heartless
I can't change on nobody unless they Change on me
I know some people gossip bout me But me I keep it G
How you solid as they come you Giving info to police
All hundreds and they blue you Would Think I'm banging C
What's the point in bragging bout Connects if they ain't get you Popping
What's the point in asking for the Price knowing you ain't got it
Could've bought fifteen fazos I went Amiri pants
Oh you Hollywood huh that flash Ain't come from fans
Bro In jail with a notebook and a Biscuit uh
He got a sentence He ain't finish
I been in the lab mixing up my craft Like a chemist
Don't pull them cameras out cause Nigga I ain't photogenic
Don't ask how much I paid for them You see these Amir's
They like how much you spent shit Till I got dizzy
Still got a lot saved up nigga no kizzy
I got some for you to kiss on cause Ion do the hickeys
Just came from a drill you could smell the Gun powder on him
Tote a Gen four he'll give it to you However you want it
Just got him a office business man he come from the corner
With a gar bag a chips and two dollars For a Arizona
Ima lil slimey
I'll hold the for you cause Ima lil Paranoid when people walk behind Me
I been in the stu back to back this is Perfect timing
Give the real on these tracks uh No I Don't speak capenese

Written by:
ARMAND JONES

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