Why that nigga around, if he don't believe
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
Scammin' ain't work, now he runnin' out of money
Runnin' up on Vance, you a f*ckin' dummy
Burberry Shades no hoe, I am not from London
Drink in my cup, every time I'm in the Cullinan
Flyin' high, seein' stars, she throw up the block
Say she from the bottom, but I just want the top
Free my nigga comin' home, you know that we gon' plot
Wasn't Scared to work that wrist, till we had the perfect shot
Till I had the perfect shot, I was down to hit the what
I was down to hit the block, bitch hair purple like the wok
Say we turned it up a notch, trappin' out the spot
Over time, over, put that nigga in a box
Why that nigga around, if he don't believe
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
J.Vance - Perfect Shot Lyrics
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Why that nigga around, if he don't believe
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
Scammin' ain't work, now he runnin' out of money
Runnin' up on Vance, you a f*ckin' dummy
Burberry Shades no hoe, I am not from London
Drink in my cup, every time I'm in the Cullinan
Flyin' high, seein' stars, she throw up the block
Say she from the bottom, but I just want the top
Free my nigga comin' home, you know that we gon' plot
Wasn't Scared to work that wrist, till we had the perfect shot
Till I had the perfect shot, I was down to hit the what
I was down to hit the block, bitch hair purple like the wok
Say we turned it up a notch, trappin' out the spot
Over time, over, put that nigga in a box
Why that nigga around, if he don't believe
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
Scammin' ain't work, now he runnin' out of money
Runnin' up on Vance, you a f*ckin' dummy
Burberry Shades no hoe, I am not from London
Drink in my cup, every time I'm in the Cullinan
Flyin' high, seein' stars, she throw up the block
Say she from the bottom, but I just want the top
Free my nigga comin' home, you know that we gon' plot
Wasn't Scared to work that wrist, till we had the perfect shot
Till I had the perfect shot, I was down to hit the what
I was down to hit the block, bitch hair purple like the wok
Say we turned it up a notch, trappin' out the spot
Over time, over, put that nigga in a box
Why that nigga around, if he don't believe
B my f*ckin' brother, I keep him close to me
Will it be another, not another me
I wake up and get it, they say I oversee
You niggas oversleep, I got bitches overseas
Volunteer like Tennessee, I spin a hoe like Booker T
Balcony so high, make a bitch nigga vomit
I put it on my baby, baby, I'ma keep stunting
Writer: Jordan Vance
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