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Precision [V2]
Don Toliver
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SoFaygo
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Lil Tecca
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(We love you, Tecca)
Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun (yeah)
Got rocks on my wrist, and they crushed (yeah)
I step in and make a ho blush (huh)
He said he want smoke, he a Dutch (huh)
She said that she good, she a slut (yeah, go)
D-D-Don't believe it (yeah, yeah), don't believe it (yeah, yeah)
Start the whip (yeah, yeah), crank the Demon
Know I been gone for a while, but baby, I'm holding it down (ah)
How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles?
Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own isle
You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (ah, pow, pow, yeah)
Bitch, I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch
I put five band on your fit
My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit
Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking RAF
Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag
(Whoo, pow, whoo, whoo, pow)
Racks on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah)
Racks, I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that the route when I hit it (yeah)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun
Damn, that boy in here booted (huh)
Damn, she got a big booty (ha)
Kali Uchis, I'ma stuff my face in her coochie (hah)
Pour the lean in kombucha, I put twin out there fueling shit (uh, uh)
In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch, she'll seduce you (uh)
She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, it's a Autobot
I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees
I really be out in the mix (whoo), I be at the house by six (no)
You steady lyin' on your dick, nigga, go get my blick (yeah)
Why all these niggas be lying to me? They lying like it's cute
I just went and took a ten, I'm ridin' in my coupe
If you play with Faygo, you gon' die, I'ma shoot (pow)
I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth
Whoo (huh), whoo (grrah)
Whoo, whoo (pow)
Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches
Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business
I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox
I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision
I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)
I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)
I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun
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