Perfect Timing Lyrics – Lil Baby

Lil Baby Lyrics

We’ve put together the most detailed lyrics to ‘Perfect Timing’ by Lil Baby, check it out below. This song was produced by YC.

Lil Baby – Perfect Timing Lyrics

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Verse 1
We did some shit that we was 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 buying two
Fell in love with stacking hundreds plus my favorite color blue
Started all this shit with nothing, 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 the room, yeah, that’s my mood
Ain’t seen the hood in a minute, but shh, I’m still in tune
We got sticks and wе outside, I live my life likе I’m a goon

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

Verse 2
New Ferrari got two motors, gas station, charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch a charger
I told bro to keep his prayers up, know God got us
I been showing too much love, if I keep going, my heart’ll bust
They know they can’t fuck with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don’t go missing, 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 cannot be one
I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my son
Dive in the endzone, I can’t fumble
Invest a couple Ms on my mama
Live like Jack but I don’t like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, ain’t no warning
Sometimes staying focused’ll get boring
I’m tryna touch a hundred this run
Bottega bomber on this shit foreign
Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain’t no love, a nigga’ll hit your baby mama
Tom Ford jacket, bell bottoms, ain’t going to prom though
Marble countertop to these 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 and it inspired me to get my shit together
Ain’t no sense in me putting time in if it don’t even matter
If you don’t get it, you throw a fit, and I’m starting to peep a pattern
You could’ve just brushed that off, you had to 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 try to knock you

Outro
Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain’t no love, a nigga’ll hit your baby mama
Tom Ford jacket, belt bottoms, ain’t going to prom though
Marble countertop to these floors, I’m from the slum, ho

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