Precision (Demo)

[Chorus] Max out on 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 [Verse] Got rocks on my wrist and they crushed (Yeah) I step in and make a ho blush (Huh) He said he want smokе, he a Dutch (Huh) She said that she good, shе 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 Call for Jesus, I feel like a genie I ball and its season, I make it look easy 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) You wasn't with me back then so where you at now? I think you just snuck in with the gang [Bridge] 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 (Woo, pow, woo, woo, pow) [Chorus] Max out on 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