Lil Baby – Perfect Timing Lyrics

Perfect Timing

Lil Baby

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"Perfect Timing." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:25 am

Album: It's Only Me

Track No: 06

We did some shit that we wasn't never pose to do
If I ain't put down, you still wouldn't have a clue
They say you getting around, so what? To me you new
Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do
But lately, I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose
New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buying two
Fell in love with stacking hunnids, plus my favorite color blue
Started all this shit with nothing, ain't no way that I can lose
If I run into the opps, then we gone eat, bruh, say they food
Hundred million dollars cash inside a room, yeah, that's my mood
I ain't seen the hood in a minute, but, shh, I'm still in tune
We got sticks when we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon
We fell in love with shit we never pose to love
You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I could and gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up
New Ferrari got two motors, gas station charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch the Charger
I told brodie keep his prayers up, know that God got us
I been showing too much love, if I keep going, my heart'll bust
They know they can't fuck with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don't go missing, stay in touch
I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come
I am not lil' dude, he might be too, but he can not be one
I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my sons
Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble
Invest a couple M's with my mama
Live like that, but I don't like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, ain't no warning
Sometimes staying focused can get boring
I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run
Bottega bomber on this shit foreign
Bitches trifling, **** snipping, ain't no love, a ****'ll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't going to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe
I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together
Brodie lost his life and it inspired me to get my shit together
Ain't no sense in me putting time in it if it don't even matter
If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm starting to peep a pattern
You could've just brushed that off, you'd rather be dramatic
765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got
BRABUS truck, at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects
If anything I tried to help you, I ain't never tried to knock ya
We fell in love with shit we never pose to love
You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I could and gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people fuck me over, so I keep my guard up
Bitches trifling, **** snipping, ain't no love, a ****'ll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't going to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, hoe

Writer(s): Christopher Pearson & Dominique' Jones.

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