Perfect Timing - EMP

You know what time it is

I-I'm so fly with it

Boolin', I’m fine with it

You know I die for this

Pull out a clip with extendos

Bullets come fly with it

I roll up a lot of spliff

Bitch, I asked where the lighter is

I came for it all

T-Totally wasted.

I scream fuck the world

With my hands on my balls

It ain’t no joke

If your hoe wan’t that stroke

I’m the first man she calls

My shoes is designer

My stones is medusa, they know that I’m with it

My Rollie is frozen in time

You hate, admit it

You know this young nigga get it

Pull up any minute in a white Range, it’s all tinted

Never liked class, you know I was just skipping

Look at my bag, there’s just weed crumbs all in it

I need a dollar so I saw they flip it

Got me a scale and doubled my digits

She keep on poppin', poppin' all them pills

I keep on cracking, cracking all them seals

You know what time it is

I-I'm so fly with it

Boolin', I’m fine with it

You know I die for this

Pull out a clip with extendos

Bullets come fly with it

I roll up a lot of spliff

Bitch, I asked where the lighter is

Slick, slick talking keep a bitch mouth running

But you ain’t really bout this shit

Yeah I’m 'bout this shits

Keep on, keep hating on me you ain’t really bout this shit

Appearance so deceving

Keep that blocka, blocka with me

I know you ain’t really 'bout this shit

Eestbound on the speed dial

EMP bumping bitch, now we’re really killing shit

I know you right on it

Right on timing bitch you ain’t really timing shit

That’s why I’m in and you out

Don’t make my people go and hide your shit

What’s this?

Perfect timing

What’s this?

Perfect timing

What’s this?

Perfect timing

What’s this?

Perfect timing