Today I’m Perfect lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
n*gga I might go to L.A. tomorrow
Nah f*ck that I'ma hit Seattle
Nah f*ck it I'ma hit Diego
f*ck it I'ma hit the A town
n*gga get your motherf*cking money up
n*gga I might hit New York in the morning n*gga
n*gga have your b*tch, n*gga giving me sun-dried tomatoes for breakfast, n*gga
Got the b*tch taking walks and sh*t now
The b*tch say she in tune with life
Told the b*tch run to Whole Foods n*gga
Get me some distilled water, and a protein shake
Damn, in that trap b*tch

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Don't hit a n*gga phone, tripping off the b*tch
I'm really having money, I'm f*cking hood rich
The punk b*tch chose, she on a n*gga line
She gave me twenty thousand and some all black nines
I'm mobbing through the point, two-tone semi
Try to rob me, I'm busting 'til this b*tch empty
Both cell phones cracking, man I could have bought a Bentley
Know some n*ggas in New Jersey, real project n*ggas
I don't do no motherf*cking cocaine
I'm too busy sending hoes, gettin paid
Man my Vegas b*tch, she love playing the blade
Last night she brought a n*gga 6k
Hit a n*gga line, prices going up, shop now, hurry up and buy
I see it in your eyes, you a f*ck n*gga
You ain't really 'bout it, n*gga you a liar
Dropped outta high school, got the work for the low
Sold the sh*t for the higher
22 inch three piece, n*gga 300 just for the f*cking tire
God damn young n*gga f*cking balling
God damn
[Hook]
I'm perfect
Damn right b*tch I'm Mr. Perfect
(b*tch I'm doing terrific)
Hoe, I'm perfect
(Good Job Soldado)
Everything I do is f*cking worth it (sh*t!)
(b*tch) (God Damn!)
Perfect
(Ouch, damn, darn)
I'm perfect
b*tch, damn
I'm perfect
Everything I do is f*cking perfect

[Verse 2: Larry June]
Drive the whip like a race car
Bend the corner knock your f*cking face off
Hit my jeweler said he got the Rollie with the red face
Now I'm sh*tting on em
Rental car taxin', So I said f*ck it
Went and took my f*cking plates off
On the interstate, 5 pounds of marijuana, Even getting shake off
I'm feeling like a chemist, on your head like a dentist
We don't never leave a witness, b*tch n*gga
Forgiato spinning, I might f*ck the b*tch and take her out to dinner
Put her on the blade, now she moving fast
I done made the b*tch a sprinter
Why the f*ck you playing with me?
My money up, I don't be around
Put a ten on your head
Damn, you n*ggas getting too old
I just knocked two hoes
I just poured two fours
Now I'm feeling like Kobe
I need a Whole Foods endorsement
Eating kale with a white b*tch, she was tired of the square sh*t
She love how a n*gga ice hit
On the phone with my black b*tch
My Asian b*tch worth 100 bricks
I'm the father to this rap sh*t, my DJs rock Raf Simons
God damn
Yes Lord
[Hook]
I'm perfect
Damn right b*tch I'm Mr. Perfect
(b*tch I'm doing terrific)
Hoe, I'm perfect
(Good Job Soldado)
Everything I do is f*cking worth it (sh*t!)
(b*tch) (God Damn!)
Perfect
(Ouch, damn, darn)
I'm perfect
b*tch, damn (God damn)
I'm perfect (sh*t!)
Everything I do is f*cking perfect