Lil Baby Lyrics
"Perfect Timing"

We did some shit that we wasn't never 'posed to do
If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue
They say you get around, so what? To me you new
Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do
But lately, I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose
New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buyin' two
Fell in love with stackin' hunnids, plus my favorite color blue
Started all this shit with nothin', ain't no way that I can lose
If I run into the opps, then we gon' eat, bruh, say they food
Hundred million dollars cash inside a room, yeah, that's my mood
I ain't seen the hood in a minute, but, shh, I'm still in tune
We got sticks when we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon

We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up

New Ferrari got two motors, gas station charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch a Charger
I told brodie keep his prayers up, know God got us
I been showin' too much love, if I keep goin' my heart'll bust
They know they can't fuck with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don't go missin', stay in touch
I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come
I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he can not be one
I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my sons
Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble
Invest a couple M's with my mama
Live like that, but I don't like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, ain't no warnin'
Sometimes stayin' focused can get borin'
I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run
Bottega bomber on, this shit fun
Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together
Brodie lost his life, it inspired me to get my shit together
Ain't no sense in me puttin' time in if it don't even matter
If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm startin' to peep a pattern
You could've just brushed that off, you'd rather be dramatic
765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got
Brabus truck, at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects
If anything I tried to help you, I ain't never tried to knock ya

We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up

Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho