Precision Lyrics SoFaygo & Don Toliver
(We love you, Tecca)
Racks on all these ***, black out on these ***
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 *** 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 mak_ a ho blush (Huh)
He said he want smoke, h_ a Dutch (Huh)
She said that she good, she a *** (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)
*** I’m married to the money like I’m Mitch
I put five band on your fit
My *** bad and she ain’t gotta do no *** 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
(Woo, pow, woo, woo, pow)
Racks on all these *** (Yeah), black out on these *** (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 *** 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 [?] (Uh, uh)
In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil’ ***, 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 (Woo), I be at the house by six (No)
You steady lyin’ on your ***, ***, go get my blick (Yeah)
Why all these niggas be lying to me? They [?] like it’s [?]
I just went and took a ten, I’m ridin’ in my coupe
If you play with Faygo, [?] die, I’ma shoot (Pow)
I don’t *** around, I’m gon’ tell the truth
Woo (Huh)
Woo (Grah)
Woo
Woo (Pow)
Racks on all these ***, black out on these ***
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 *** 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