Wokemosabe - Perfect Lyrics

I'm a bag chaser, gettin' fast paper
I'm a bag chaser, gettin' fast paper
I'm a bag chaser, gettin' fast paper
Shotgun in the trunk, boy, I ain't no faker
Used to play JV, thought I was a Laker
Was gon' shoot the three, but I made the layup
Go home or come with it
Used to play baseball, I know how to hit it
I was f*cked up, Trish got me hired at Hibbett
Bitch, them new J's dropped, put em' in the ceiling
I can't explain this feeling
Why in every situation, I gotta be the villain
I can't explain this feeling
You smokin' out a zap, bitch, I'm tryna get a million
Underground parkin, bitch, I'm backin' out the building
No reverse camera, bitch, I'm lookin' out my mirrors
Smash, go, do I need gas no
One thing about a pussy nigga is gon' show
If he can't look you in your eyes, then he ain't stickin' to the code
Real dog ass nigga, smell fear, and you a hoe
Rain, sleep, any weather, gettin' money in the snow
Spun your crib five times, boy, I know your ass at home