Perfection Destroy Lonely

[Chorus]
I turned it up to perfection
I got tired of being broke, I guess I learned my lesson
I got tired of being with them, I guess they got the message
These niggas know they can't be him, I'm the best I'm nothing less
Keep a FN for my- keep a FN for my weapon
I'm gettin' too much money, I'm getting too paid bitch I'm stressin'
And I love this, and I love this way too much, I ain't did my taxes
I be clutchin' on my- i be clutchin' on my ratchet

[Verse 1]
Worldwide, worldwide shawty
Worldwide, worldwide boss
Sippin' on red and Wokhardt, all day make mе nod off
I've been counting up all damn day about to nod off
Riding shotgun with- riding shotgun with a sawed off
Too many peoplе I don't even know been filling up my call log
Stay 10 toes, I'm by myself no I ain't crying ya
And I probably seen her huh, but I won't even talk at all
Your bitch I seen her, but she not my type at all
And I keep on winning baby huh, all I do is ball
And I keep on spending baby huh, cuz all I do is buy
I got ice on me all winter, summertime and fall
I'm the top floor boss, I’m the look killa'
Bitch I don't shop at the mall
In my hood we got it on, and we ain't never take it off
Me and my bros we keep it on us, nigga wanna try we knock him off
We sell out shows to these niggas, they don't sell no tickets at all
And I can't go outside cause everybody knows who we are
I told my momma, I'm a star went and bought her a car
Moshpit astronaut, I'm outta' space whenever I'm not on mars
They keep asking me about a tape but I ain't ready to drop it
They keep asking me about this fashion all my shit poppin'
If looks could kill, could kill then they all dead
I might do all black, but my shooter he do all red
Trackhawks all in black, and the guts painted black red
Bro can't copy stats, to finesse with my blessing
I can't bool, I can't bool yea that's what my black said
I drive a stack, I put that on your head for that blesses
I'm done, I'm tired I've been countin' up all this money