Perfect Timing ll (Intro) lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

{Verse 1: Post Malone}
Doin' sh*t, I hope to cut my hope from chewin'
Ayy, baddie on the {?}
Gonna do it
Yeah, you takin' all that sh*t but {?}
Not the only one about it, bettin' I can do it
And I'm

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Yeah, yeah)
Batman out the bat cave (Whoa)
(Yeah, yeah)
New hoes in their old ways (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, we the new wave (New wave)
(Yeah, yeah)
Uptown to the next page (Uptown)
Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga

[Pre-Chorus: Nav]
Me and Metro don't need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5-star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (Cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (Cash)
I make you mad, I can tell
[Chorus: Nav]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (Bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (Skrrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It's perfect timing, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Two cups, pour up (Two cups)
Your girl know us (Your girl)
Pipe up, ice up (Pipe up)
Ride us, fight us (Fight us)
Bite us, don't bite us (Bite us)
I got the touch, Midas (Midas)
Quavo the king, {?} (King)
Focus the squad, we slidin' (Gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
Broke boys like to throw shade (Boys)
(Yeah, yeah)
Push keys like Segways (Keys)
(Yeah, yeah)
Bought ice from a snowman (Ice)
(Yeah, yeah)
Graduates from the MJs (Ayy)
Drop a dime on 'em (Dime, dime)
But really, I got five on 'em (I got five, five)
Drop a dime on 'em (Drop that dime)
But really, I got five on 'em (I got five, five)
Look alive on 'em (Look alive)
I am in the sky (I am in the sky)
She gon' ride (She gon')
She gon' roll it up and ride (She gon' bust it open)
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Count it up and think about the times I was broke (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
At the vmas with a .9 in my coat (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put my n*ggas on with a line of the coke (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted up like i’m alone with a dime on a boat (yeah)
Jumpin’ off Lil Yachty (hey)
Lil’ b*tch, bad body (ayy)
Do whatever I wanna (yeah)
Cash out, no problems (hey)
All my n*ggas, all money (yeah)
We ain’t doin’ no robbin’ (no)
But if a n*gga start frontin’ (brrt)
We gon’ shoot up anybody (yeah)
Shorty ’bout to pull and suck all of it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t trust these n*ggas ’cause i know they all dumb (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if Metro don’t trust you, then we all poppin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put a filter on your ho, then bring the dog out her, yeah
You don’t know me, I smoke og
I'm not lowkey, I stunt, od
My b*tch so rich, they mad, poor me
I sip that sprite, whole pint, codeine
It's gettin’ blurry, yeah
Sippin’ it down with the Xans
Whippin’, swervin’ the Benz
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