Perfect Aim

[intro]
Alright, alright, yup (captaincrunch presents)
Yup
You know (Bitch)
Uh
(Zoom, zoom, zoom)
Ayy

[Chorus]
If you said it's smoke, you can't put out the flame
Bro ain't been just since he been in the gang
All this ice on me, you would think I'm a stain
Run up on me, I'ma blow out your brain
Ask change for a twenty, twenty ain't nothin' but change
Shooting up close, got perfect aim (Brrt)
Bitch on my dick, think she chasing fame
Got in this bitch and I changed the game
In this fast-ass car, I'm changing lanes (I'm gone)
Whatever I do, people doin' the same
Boy, you is not me, we don't shoot it the same
I was taught get close and aim at a brain
Niggas be gay, they be chasin' the fame
She think she my bitch 'cause she rockin' my chain (Damn)
I've been clappin' niggas down, now I'm tryna get paid (Damn)
Going broke don't even cross my brain

[Verse]
Free-ass AP, he a stain
Seven that bitch, we the gang
Shot his ass in his chest, he don't breathe the same
I came in icy, I'ma leave the same
Bitches all on our dick when we hit the scene
She want me to cuff, I'm like, "What you mean?" (What the fuck?)
Young nigga gettin' money and I'm chasing my dream
Ain't a ball hog, I'll pass the bitch to my team (You can have her)
Stackin' money, shit tall just like Yao Ming
Bitch said that she love me, I'm like, "Why you leave?"
The bitch on my dick, I'm like, "Let me breathe"
Four-nick' got kick, I'll let it squeeze (Grrt)
Niggas talkin' that shit, not on a thing
She ask do I love her, I'm like, "What you mean?"
On the road to the riches and finer things (Yeah)
What the fuck do you mean? These designer jeans

[Chorus]
If you said it's smoke, you can't put out the flame (What the fuck you mean?)
Bro ain't been just since he been in the gang
All this ice on me, you would think I'm a stain
Run up on me, I'ma blow out your brain
Ask change for a twenty, twenty ain't nothin' but change
Shooting up close, got perfect aim (Brrt)
Bitch on my dick, think she chasing fame
Got in this bitch and I changed the game
In this fast-ass car, I'm changing lanes (I'm gone)
Whatever I do, people doin' the same
Boy, you is not me, we don't shoot it the same
I was taught get close and aim at a brain
Niggas be gay, they be chasin' the fame
She think she my bitch 'cause she rockin' my chain (Damn)
I've been clappin' niggas down, now I'm tryna get paid (Damn)
Going broke don't even cross my brain