Perfect Aim* lyrics

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[Chorus]
I just— I got that b*tch, I think she bad (I think she bad)
That b*tch like me too, she think I'm bad (She think I'm bad)
All tags, we pop all the tags (All the tags)
Pull up, superchargers, we ain't jumpin' out the Jag' (Jumpin' out the Jag)
I'm the type of boyfriend to p*ss off your dad (p*ss off your dad)
I'm the type of young n*gga to go get the bag (Go get the bag)
I'm the type of young n*gga to count up the— (Count up cash)

[Verse]
I been ridin' 'round hard, I go everywhere with my stick (With my stick)
f*ck 12, you know what it is, n*gga, we [?] and runnin from—
Huh, all my n*ggas was sittin' in the trap, just fryin' up them bricks
I was working on [?] shoppin' like moshpit
She's shoppin' the big bag, I know how it is
She's driving off all the swag, I got a silеnt b*tch
I've been droppin' my sh*t too much, I know they tired of it (Tirеd, tired)
I've [?]

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[Verse]
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I got pointers all on me, I got pointers all on my gang
I done shot my shot with some b*tch in the back and I got perfect aim
And I prolly [?] like I’m drivin' planes
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[Chorus]
I just— I got that b*tch, I think she bad (I think she bad)
That b*tch like me too, she think I'm bad (She think I'm bad)
All tags, we pop all the tags (All the tags)
Pull up, superchargers, we ain't jumpin' out the Jag' (Jumpin' out the Jag)
I'm the type of boyfriend to p*ss off your dad (p*ss off your dad)
I'm the type of young n*gga to go get the bag (Go get the bag)
I'm the type of young n*gga to count up the— (Count up cash)