Precision ft. V Rich Lyrics

Bad hos flock when we pop out

She think my whole gang addictive

This drip ah leave em' crosseyed

Lack of money fuck up my vision

Who you kidding, stuff my britches

Hit my goals with precision

How we living, that's our business, I ain't worried bout' attention

Red key it start the engine

Supercharge for my transmission

Ran the game so long, it hurt my bones, check out my credentials

Know she got her own, don't check her tone, she so independent

Think she got my feelings missing, but my palms itching

I ain't penny pinching

How you figure he went on a mission, he an action figure

He ain't actually did it

I'm at the BET awards show, front row

You a nominee

Trap too slow, ain't got no dough

Fucking up the economy

So so broke, gotta leave you alone

Somebody get him a PPP

Needs some bands just come to me I'll send you on a mission

Niggas weak, so obselete

Don't see no competition with em

I got a bad bitch flexing her teeth

Think I'm her dentist shit

RCXD V Rich, hope you get to witness it

Bad hos flock when we pop out

She think my whole gang addictive

This drip ah leave em' crosseyed

Lack of money fuck up my vision

Who you kidding, stuff my britches

Hit my goals with precision

How we living, that's our business, I ain't worried bout' attention

Hit me if it's bout that check

If it's not, get left on read

I got hos right beside me tryna ride me like a sled

Zooted up all day, lil' bitch I stay off meds

I'm running cash up I can feel it in my leg

Eating good like pasta

1942 inside that cup, it's right beside you

Ho she tryna fuck now but can't add her to my roster

Think she sick she need a doctor

Fuck it, pass it to my potna

All these hos think we so awesome

Feel like Shy Glizzy bitch

But I ain't ever touch no white girl

Bitch we smoking out the zip, we high as shit

Welcome to my world

Whole gong fly as shit, might take a pic, they like my spine bro

I was just broke as shit might bust my wrist down, where the time go

Bad hos flock when we pop out

She think my whole gang addictive

This drip ah leave em' crosseyed

Lack of money fuck up my vision

Who you kidding, stuff my britches

Hit my goals with precision

How we living, that's our business, I ain't worried bout' attention