Perfect Timing - Angelo Mota, Marco Luka

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

I can not fuck with it, but good luck with it

Hope that you comfortable, that shit stuck to ya

I’m making compasses, I ain’t losing no battles I’m bustin' it

You gon' chew on your rattle and fuss

Got no love for the president, government

We got troops on the ground and they tough

And I swear they can not get enough of it

This a notice of caution, they always watching

Thought I was popping, then I had options

Was I gon' scroll up and pour up and pop it?

Or I could curl up in bed and get nauseous

Fuck it, I’m calling up, for the sloppy

You outta pocket, hahaha

I don’t know who ‘imma be when I’m off this

I can not find my ID think I lost it

I’m only tryna conspire with bosses

I’m only tryna get wired

I just be tired, expired, exhausted

How many times I tried?

How many times I relied on crosses?

How many times they lied?

I’m tired

Fly with a grip, it’s a fire in the cockpit

If it get down to the line, I’m dying

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

Woah, woah

I can see the twilight

Eating at my soul, woah, woah

Sleeping right beside me, I’m gone

No, no, is it wrong?

I might bless her, huh

Told me she done with me texting her

Shorty come over, you vexing, huh

Get to the addy, undress her, maybe I’m flexing

Woah, can I touch your hoe

She too iced, so frozen

Acting like they don''t know

Acting like I’m not chosen

Icing out, gotta relax for now

Is it because you proud?

Fuck all the buzz, I’m loud, yeah yeah

Don’t even know I exist

I think that you getting too cocky

I’m tryna be up on the list

Drowning in diamonds and hotter than sake

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine

They can’t see me, I’m not hiding

They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em

Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds

World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine

Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire

Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala

What you call that shit?

Perfect timing

Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine