Mr.Perfect lyrics

[Intro]
Yes sir, yes sir
I got it
Rocaine made this beat too
Yeah
22 aye

[Chorus]
b*tch I ain't petty if I want it imma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching BINs
With either one I get a Benz
A n*gga dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
b*tch I'm Mr. Perfect sh*t I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n*gga yeah me and all my friends
Lil b*tch I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some sh*t that I done did

[Verse 1]
n*gga think he gangsta we gone stake out at ya crib
I'll turn this whole damn pop red off a six
What the f*ck that make you if you hanging with a snitch
If you ain't got no money why the f*ck you out the crib?
Done with this thirty imma gone and flip the clip
Petty n*gga with no hustle you can't even flip a script
Cell game dropped but these hams getting hit
Don't care 'bout no groupies used to hoes on my di*k
That choppa hit yo shoulder it'll take yo arm with it
What the f*ck I look like fighting one of you strong n*ggas?
I wake up in the morning tryna make my roll bigger
Yo b*tch wake up next to you like "I chose the wrong n*gga"
[Chorus]
b*tch I ain't petty if I want it imma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching BINs
With either one I get a Benz
A n*gga dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
b*tch I'm Mr. Perfect sh*t I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n*gga yeah me and all my friends
Lil b*tch I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some sh*t that I done did

[Verse 2]
Can't leave this b*tch alone sh*t cause her throat different
This exotik in this wood lil boy we smoke different
If a n*gga sneak diss I bet he all alone with it
Saks Fifth high as hell flirting with the old b*tches
b*tch I grew up in hood I looked up to dope dealers
I ain't tryna make no friends you rappers is hoe n*ggas
You gone dig yo own grave f*cking with this young n*gga
I'll punch a n*gga 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 n*gga Bari
Take yo b*tch and f*ck her have you looking like Safaree
sh*t I felt like Blade in my first pair of Carti's
I knew that as kids some of you n*ggas be bums
b*tch I'm 22 I never did no 1 on 1's
Aye
You n*ggas crumbs
You ain't made in a month what I charge for a song
[Chorus]
b*tch I ain't petty if I want it imma (yeah)
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching, aye
With either one I get a (Benz)
A n*gga dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
b*tch I'm Mr...sh*t I...Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n*gga yeah me and all my friends
Lil b*tch I'm flawless like (ten times ten)
I know God mad at me for some sh*t that I done did