SoFaygo and Don Toliver - Precision

(We love you, Tecca)

Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)
I knew I was not trippin', yeah, I knew I was hot, need a mit, yeah
I knew I was gon' be the one, yeah, I knew I would go to the sun, yeah

Got rocks on my wrist and they crushed (yeah)
I step in and make a ho blush (huh)
He said he want smoke, he a Dutch (huh)
She said that she good, she a slut (yeah, go)
D-D-Don't believe it (yeah, yeah), don't believe it (yeah, yeah)
Start the whip (yeah, yeah), crank the Demon
Know I been gone for a while but, baby, I'm holding it down (ah)
How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles?
Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own aisle
You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (ah, pow, pow, yeah)

Bitch, I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch
I put five band on your fit
My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit
Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking RAF
Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag

Racks on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah)
Racks, I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that the route when I hit it (yeah)
I knew I was not trippin', yeah, I knew I was hot, need a mit, yeah
I knew I was gon' be the one, yeah, I knew I would go to the sun

Damn, that boy in here booted (huh)
Damn, she got a big booty (ha)
Kali Uchis, I'ma stuff my face in her coochie (hah)
Pour the lean in kombucha, I put twin in that exotic fuchsia (uh, uh)
In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch, she'll seduce you (uh)
She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, it's a Autobot
I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees
I really be out in the mix (woo), I be at the house by six (no)
You steady lyin' on your dick, nigga, go get my blick (yeah)
Why all these niggas be lying to me? They lyin' like it's (?)
I just went and took a ten, I'm ridin' in my coupe
If you play with Faygo, die, I'ma shoot (pow)
I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth
Woo (huh)
Woo (grah)
Woo
Woo (pow)

Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)
I knew I was not trippin', yeah, I knew I was hot, need a mit, yeah
I knew I was gon' be the one, yeah, I knew I would go to the sun

Written by:
Andre Burt, Caleb Zackery

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