Perfect Tyming

[Intro: Big Homiie G]

(Honcho on that beat, word, say less)

Uh, peep diss

Mm, mm, three hundred and I had them missin'

I been layin' back for the people who—

Woah

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]

They constantly askin', "Where you been at, G?" Like I been missin' (Missin')

I been layin' back focused, peepin' all these niggas dissin' (I see them)

You gon' have to pray the Lord with you once I catch up with you

We turn handguns into fullies, you can't dodge a hundred bullets

You can't dodge a hundred shots, this switch gon' chase you, leave you rottin'

This that Mula G back-to-back V's, two peas in a pod

[Chorus: Big Homiie G]

This that, "Man, there go them boys, they makin' too much noise" (Woah)

This that, "We can't keep up with them, they got too much goin'" (Damn)

This that yeah, she fuckin' us, you better not make her yawn (No)

Last week had her with me, we damn near made a porn (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Big Homiie G]

Over sex and drugs (Drugs), I forgot where we was (Where we was)

She go in, off her a Perky, I like drankin' more (I like drank)

I might tell her when we fuckin' but I'm not in love (No)

Gotta book me for a holster, step inside the club (Yes)

The way these Tris just hit my tongue, I just caught a buzz

And I'm dolo, nigga, I don't kick it just because

[Verse 3: Dee Mula]

I don't kick it just because, it cost for me to come outside

Wanna see me book a show, this go 'round might be twenty-five (Nigga)

How the fuck I'm scared? I'm doin' shows and post the lo' on Live (Dah, dah, dah)

Fully ARP, binary triggers on that big 45 (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah)

I got too much money right now, I advise you niggas, run, go hide

It take money to go to war, that's why I ran my shit up high

Case they try to play with Dee Mula, I set this bitch on fire

Talkin' to myself when I walk out the house, you better not die (I ain't goin')

Me and G like Boosie and Webbie, off the juice, I'm in heaven

They tried to bite the style, they can't, one of one like eleven

I get high, no depression (High), this drank just boostin' my leverage

Ayy, this that Hellcat music (Skrrt), cut the track off, get messy

[Chorus: Big Homiie G]

This that, "Man, there go them boys, they makin' too much noise" (Woah)

This that, "We can't keep up with them, they got too much goin'" (Damn)

This that yeah, she fuckin' us, you better not make her yawn (No)

Last week, had her with me, we damn near made a porn (Uh, uh)

[Verse 4: Dee Mula]

Hey, this that take a nigga bitch and fuck her like she yours

Hey, this that grown-man business, this not for lil' boys (Cha-cha, boom)

Hey, this that where my cup at? Pour me up, ayy, slow me up

Man, this that feelin' when you throw them Percs back, they tore me up (Ugh)

[Verse 5: Big Homiie G & Dee Mula]

This that girl, you know you fine, you can't suck on my dick (Cha-cha, no)

This that when I pop outside, gotta have that firestick (Skrrt, bah)

This that when I'm in the club and I play nothin' but I shit (Dah, dah, doo)

This that G and Mula drop, this that perfect timin' (Let's go)