Today I’m Perfect Larry June

[Intro: Larry June]
Nigga I might go to L.A. tomorrow
Nah fuck that I'ma hit Seattle
Nah fuck it I'ma hit Diego
Fuck it I'ma hit the A town
Nigga get your motherfucking money up
Nigga I might hit New York in the morning nigga
Nigga have your bitch, nigga giving me sun-dried tomatoes for breakfast, nigga
Got the bitch taking walks and shit now
The bitch say she in tune with life
Told the bitch run to Whole Foods nigga
Get me some distilled water, and a protein shake
Damn, in that trap bitch

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Don't hit a nigga phone, tripping off the bitch
I'm really having money, I'm fucking hood rich
The punk bitch chose, she on a nigga 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 bitch empty
Both cell phones cracking, man I could have bought a Bentley
Know some niggas in New Jersey, real project niggas
I don't do no motherfucking cocaine
I'm too busy sending hoes, gettin paid
Man my Vegas bitch, she love playing the blade
Last night she brought a nigga 6k
Hit a nigga line, prices going up, shop now, hurry up and buy
I see it in your eyes, you a fuck nigga
You ain't really 'bout it, nigga you a liar
Dropped outta high school, got the work for the low
Sold the shit for the higher
22 inch three piece, nigga 300 just for the fucking tire
God damn young nigga fucking balling
God damn