Perfect ft. SFN FLO Lyrics

Perfect

Perfect

Thing perfect, with a purpose

You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless, yeah yeah

Same bitch who got you feeling worthless

My tints is darker than illegal

Don't be mad on how I treat you

Put your name on these bullets

Streets be dirty; ain't no love

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

Perfect

Perfect

Perfect

Everything is perfect, with a purpose

You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless

My tints is darker than illegal

Don't be mad on how I treat you

Put your name on these bullets

Streets be dirty; ain't no love

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

You ain't no gangster

Catch your bluff

My niggas they empty out clip

Walked in the club with eleven niggas in all white

With my Jesús piece lookin' too heavenly

These niggas filled with the jealousy,

I'm like a referee, dishin' out penalties

I fuck a bitch; she forever remember me

Order food to the crib right through Uber Eats

That's my sneaky link

Ass look good in Pink

Poppin' bottles with my day one

You not from where I'm from

Looking at me like I owe you one

Nigga is you dumb

Spit in her mouth when I choke her

Cards in my hand like Yu-Gi-Oh

I'm in the studio

I keep throwing the perky all in her booty hole 

Gettin' this money, take care, my family

I need this chicken like Zaxaby

All this drip on my body; can't match me

Don't be surprised; I don't need you

I took a bitch who ain't have shit and gave her confidence

I wasn't with the clout chasing, fuck the audience

I got niggas watching up, and they, my guardians

Everything is perfect

Perfect

Perfect

Everything is perfect, with a purpose

You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless

My tints is darker than illegal

Don't be mad on how I treat you

Put your name on these bullets

Streets be dirty; ain't no love

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

Take the wheels off his whip if we think that nigga rolling

Thirty hallows in this clip, best believe my Gilzzy stolen

Yeah, I'm the type to throw a fit; get upset if I ain't in motion

Astro in the cut, it's whatever these niggas want

Floatin' blicks, bustin' chop since a jit ain't got to stunt

Occupation getting money, I be coppin' what I wish for

Niggas fuji plottin' on me till I do a kick door

I'm the devil with this Prada on me; what you think I'm lit for

Ouu ah

Can't bust down with a simp

Cooling withcho bitch she call me Papi; I'm a pimp

I been running up these digits got walkin' with a limp

Ain't no deal for that feature you gon pay me, or you shit out of luck

Woah, we've been getting bags now they can't fuck with us

Run down on me, and you done

Yeah, that switcha leave you fucked

Ou Wooah,

Fuck it; put him in a blunt

Got him looking just like Ricky when that boy tried to run, ah

Perfect

Perfect

Perfect

Perfect

Everything is perfect with a purpose

You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless

My tints is darker than illegal

Don't be mad on how I treat you

Put your name on these bullets

Streets be dirty; ain't no love

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was

You ain't really what you was

But you ain't really who you was

You ain't really what you was