Precision (feat. Don Toliver)

(We love you, Tecca)

Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches

Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business

I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox

I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision

I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)

I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)

I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun (yeah)

Got rocks on my wrist, and they crushed (yeah)

I step in and make a ho blush (huh)

He said he want smoke, he a Dutch (huh)

She said that she good, she a slut (yeah, go)

D-D-Don't believe it (yeah, yeah), don't believe it (yeah, yeah)

Start the whip (yeah, yeah), crank the Demon

Know I been gone for a while, but baby, I'm holding it down (ah)

How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles?

Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own isle

You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (ah, pow, pow, yeah)

Bitch, I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch

I put five band on your fit

My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit

Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking RAF

Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag

(Whoo, pow, whoo, whoo, pow)

Racks on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah)

Racks, I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business

I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox

I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision

I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that the route when I hit it (yeah)

I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)

I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun

Damn, that boy in here booted (huh)

Damn, she got a big booty (ha)

Kali Uchis, I'ma stuff my face in her coochie (hah)

Pour the lean in kombucha, I put twin out there fueling shit (uh, uh)

In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch, she'll seduce you (uh)

She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, it's a Autobot

I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees

I really be out in the mix (whoo), I be at the house by six (no)

You steady lyin' on your dick, ****, go get my blick (yeah)

Why all these **** be lying to me? They lying like it's cute

I just went and took a ten, I'm ridin' in my coupe

If you play with Faygo, you gon' die, I'ma shoot (pow)

I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth

Whoo (huh), whoo (grrah)

Whoo, whoo (pow)

Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches

Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business

I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox

I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision

I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup)

I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah)

I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun