Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Gucci Mane & Rae Sremmurd)

2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Poured our first perfect pints
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me

They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Mike WiLL Made-It
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Hoping they come to life
Wop
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Holding on to memories
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
Gi-gimme some space

I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
Poured our first perfect pints
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Everything I do is with the extras

‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
We poured our first perfect pints
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
Hoping they come to life
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
R.I.P. Dot know I’m flexin’ to Shawty Lo, yeah B.
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
It’s Gucci!
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ay

‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
Flip me couple million for investments
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
Holding onto memories
Holding on to memories
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Ear Drummers

Kung Fu Kenny, look look
And my hood love me unconditional
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
And this freak in my ear tryna go