Mr.Perfect

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 **** 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 **** 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

**** 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 **** 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 ****?

I wake up in the morning, tryna make my roll bigger

Yo bitch wake up next to you like, "I chose the wrong ****"

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****

You gon' dig yo' own grave fucking with this young ****

I'll punch a **** 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 **** 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 **** be bums

Bitch I'm twenty-two, I never did no one-on-ones

Aye, you **** 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 **** 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 **** 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