Perfect Timing lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Coach Cam in this b*tch
Yung Exclusive
Braids just won
Cardo got wings
What was that concept we were saying?
What was that concert earlier we were talkin' about?
Damn, that was, that was- (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller, TheCoolisMac]
Perfect timin', perfect timin', perfect timin'
FuelBand on, LED lights just might blind ya
Your b*tch pullin' up on me, that's perfect timin'
I ain't finna wine and dine her, I ain't BeBe Winans
You see me shinin', you see how we grindin', grindin'
WDNG even when we f*ck up we get it right back
Hit your b*tch, she comin' right back
Hit your b*tch, she comin' right back
I know you don't like that (Blunts on me)
He don't like that

[Verse 2: TheCoolisMac & Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I pulled up on baby, she said that my timin' was perfect, yeah
I'm makin' her cheat on a n*gga, she said it was worth it
Born rich 1317, n*gga, perfect, yeah
Perfect timin', get up in that Fendi, girl, perfect linin'
With the leather
I'm hot in this b*tch like a Cosby sweater in the Summer
Yeah, perfect timin', b*tch, yeah
Gimme yo number, Imma call you
Perfect timin', yo n*gga just left and I'm pulling up, yeah
[Verse 3: Quentin Miller, TheCoolisMac]
Light up inside of my cup
Light up inside of my blunt
Nike my wrist and my shirt
I push my whip like a vert
And it’s only a moonroof, I'm going in as usual
Money keep comin' and going as usual
It's startin' to be something I'm used to
I get a kick out of getting on places that normally refuse you
To find out n*ggas as normal as you and me (Yeah)
Perfect timin'!

[Verse 4: TheCoolisMac]
Putting on daily 'cause I'm used to shinin' (Putting on!)
You ain't never reaching the top, get used to climbin' (Ha, yeah)
Broke n*ggas at my door tryna chime in (Whoo)
Hit that pus*y in LA, perfect climate (Perfect time)
Teach her how to get it, I got plenty assignments
Fuel Band, got perfect timin' (Damn)
pus*y boy, we takin' that cash, no signin' (Taking that cash)
Like I'm on that b*tch, I got that Pontiac (Whoo, whoo)
Capture the files, bring the dimes in (Bring the dimes in)
WDNG, bling like diamonds (Where are the bad b*tches)
Crshrs Got Wings, so I guess we flyin' in (Yeah, we here)
I'm good at that, thought, n*gga, ain't nobody got us in (Haha)
Time to perfect, b*tch ass n*gga and the cops are lurkin' (Woah)
If you make a dollar, I know someone who's servin' (Get it then)
Mac