Perfect Match ft. ATL Smook Lyrics

Uhhh, uhh, uhhh

Uhhh, uhh, uhhh

Uhhh, uhh, uhhh

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout cash

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout racks

I put 200 on the dash

Smashed that bitch now the tires flat

I put Undercover on with the Raf

Yeah, designer I mismatch

Got this new lil vibe she bad

Yeah I swear she the perfect match

Oh no

Seen you hate, boy you ain't my partner

Woah, woah

I was blowing zaza like a Rasta

Uh, uh

That bottle on me like a toddler

Yeah, yeah

Get high just to ease my problems

Uhhh

I'm taking risks like I got nothing to lose

Diamonds they fighting and biting

Diamonds they kicking like kung fu

My goons they'll blitz like a Titan

Baby get low when they come through

Lil shawty she real deal nasty

She pop the X when she come through

I told her to show me what that tongue do

I don't want to but I'm gon show you what it gon do

Hotbox the coupe smoke out the sun roof

Might drop the top just to let some through

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout cash

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout racks

I put 200 on the dash

Smashed that bitch now the tires flat

I put Undercover on with the Raf

Yeah, designer I mismatch

Got this new lil vibe she bad

Yeah I swear she the perfect match

Oh no

Seen you hate, boy you ain't my partner

Woah, woah

I was blowing zaza like a Rasta

Uh, uh

That bottle on me like a toddler

Yeah, yeah

Get high just to ease my problems

Uhhh

Wake up I get to the check for sure

I'm off the X, I want neck for sure

I'm a big stepper, a vet for sure

Know that I'm keeping the bag secured

Cause I was depressed and the bag was the cure

I'm on the phone with the plug

He said that he waiting on bags to cure

You can keep the fake love

Cause I know it ain't pure

I know one thing you ain't picture me here

In the big body truck look like John Deere

Catch me an opp gonna down like a deer

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout cash

Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout racks

I put 200 on the dash

Smashed that bitch now the tires flat

I put Undercover on with the Raf

Yeah, designer I mismatch

Got this new lil vibe she bad

Yeah I swear she the perfect match

Oh no

Seen you hate, boy you ain't my partner

Woah, woah

I was blowing zaza like a Rasta

Uh, uh

That bottle on me like a toddler

Yeah, yeah

Get high just to ease my problems

Uhhh