"Mr.Perfect" lyrics
Yes sir, yes sir
I got it
Rocaine made this beat too
Yeah
22 aye
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
Nigga think he gangsta, we gon' stake out at your crib
I'll turn this whole damn pop red of a six
What the fuck that make you if you hanging with a snitch?
If you ain't got no money, why the fuck you out the crib?
Done with this thirty, I'ma go and flip the clip
Petty nigga with no hustle, you can't even flip a script
Cell game dropped but these hams getting hip
Don't care 'bout no groupies, used to hoes on my dick
That choppa hit yo' shoulder, it'll take yo arm with it
What the fuck I look like fighting one of you strong niggas?
I wake up in the morning, tryna make my roll bigger
Yo bitch wake up next to you like, "I chose the wrong nigga"
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
Can't leave this bitch alone 'cause shit her throat different
This exotic in this wood, lil boy, we smoke different
If a nigga sneak this, I bet he all alone with it
Saks Fifth, high as hell, flirting with the old bitches
Bitch I grew up in the hood, I looked up to dope dealers
I ain't tryna make no friends, you rappers is hoe niggas
You gon' dig yo' own grave fucking with this young nigga
I'll punch a nigga first, then show him my gun with me
I might go to Cali to do donuts in a 'Rari
I been rocking Vlone like that nigga Darri
Take yo bitch and fuck her, have you looking like Safari
Shit, I felt like Blade in my first pair of Carti's
I knew that as kids some of you niggas be bums
Bitch I'm twenty-two, I never did no one-on-ones
Aye, you niggas crumbs
You ain't made in a month what I charge for a song
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
I got it
Rocaine made this beat too
Yeah
22 aye
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
Nigga think he gangsta, we gon' stake out at your crib
I'll turn this whole damn pop red of a six
What the fuck that make you if you hanging with a snitch?
If you ain't got no money, why the fuck you out the crib?
Done with this thirty, I'ma go and flip the clip
Petty nigga with no hustle, you can't even flip a script
Cell game dropped but these hams getting hip
Don't care 'bout no groupies, used to hoes on my dick
That choppa hit yo' shoulder, it'll take yo arm with it
What the fuck I look like fighting one of you strong niggas?
I wake up in the morning, tryna make my roll bigger
Yo bitch wake up next to you like, "I chose the wrong nigga"
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
Can't leave this bitch alone 'cause shit her throat different
This exotic in this wood, lil boy, we smoke different
If a nigga sneak this, I bet he all alone with it
Saks Fifth, high as hell, flirting with the old bitches
Bitch I grew up in the hood, I looked up to dope dealers
I ain't tryna make no friends, you rappers is hoe niggas
You gon' dig yo' own grave fucking with this young nigga
I'll punch a nigga first, then show him my gun with me
I might go to Cali to do donuts in a 'Rari
I been rocking Vlone like that nigga Darri
Take yo bitch and fuck her, have you looking like Safari
Shit, I felt like Blade in my first pair of Carti's
I knew that as kids some of you niggas be bums
Bitch I'm twenty-two, I never did no one-on-ones
Aye, you niggas crumbs
You ain't made in a month what I charge for a song
Bitch, I ain't petty if I want it, I'ma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A nigga dissin' Baby, he won't make it to his crib
Bitch, I'm Mr. Perfect shit, I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass nigga yeah, me and all my friends
Lil bitch, I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did
