Perfect Pint (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Gucci Mane & Rae Sremmurd)

Wop
 Ear Drummers
 Mike WiLL Made-It
 Gi-gimme some space
 Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
 I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
 Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
 This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
 This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
 This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
 These pills got me feelin' like Neo
 And this freak in my ear tryna go
 I-I'll turn your crib to a ho house
 I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out
 Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out
 Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Really wanna know, I'm hoping they come to life
 'Cause right there on the stairs is where
 We poured our first perfect pints
 We poured our first perfect pints
 It's Gucci!
 I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
 You know clean lean jump like trampoline
 Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
 I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
 Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
 Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
 They were screamin' "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
 Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
 Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
 Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
 Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
 But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Kung Fu Kenny, look look
 Who the fuck you talkin' to, you ain't me
 Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me
 Everything I do is with the extras
 Flip me couple million for investments
 And my hood love me unconditional
 Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
 This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
 They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
 R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
 VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
 I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
 I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
 I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
 Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
 Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
 Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
 Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
 Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
 Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy
 Holding onto memories
 Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
 Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
 I be rollin' every time that I arrive
 
 Wop
 Ear Drummers
 Mike WiLL Made-It
 Gi-gimme some space
 Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
 I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
 Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
 This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
 This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
 This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
 These pills got me feelin' like Neo
 And this freak in my ear tryna go
 I-I'll turn your crib to a ho house
 I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out
 Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out
 Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Really wanna know, I'm hoping they come to life
 'Cause right there on the stairs is where
 We poured our first perfect pints
 We poured our first perfect pints
 It's Gucci!
 I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
 You know clean lean jump like trampoline
 Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
 I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
 Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
 Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
 They were screamin' "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
 Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
 Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
 Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
 Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
 But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Kung Fu Kenny, look look
 Who the fuck you talkin' to, you ain't me
 Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me
 Everything I do is with the extras
 Flip me couple million for investments
 And my hood love me unconditional
 Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
 This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
 They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
 R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
 VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
 I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
 I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
 I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
 Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
 Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
 Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
 Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
 Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
 Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy
 Holding onto memories
 Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
 Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
 I be rollin' every time that I arrive
 
 Wop
 Ear Drummers
 Mike WiLL Made-It
 Gi-gimme some space
 Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
 I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
 Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
 This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
 This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
 This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
 These pills got me feelin' like Neo
 And this freak in my ear tryna go
 I-I'll turn your crib to a ho house
 I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out
 Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out
 Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Really wanna know, I'm hoping they come to life
 'Cause right there on the stairs is where
 We poured our first perfect pints
 We poured our first perfect pints
 It's Gucci!
 I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
 You know clean lean jump like trampoline
 Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
 I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
 Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
 Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
 They were screamin' "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
 Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
 Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
 Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
 Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
 But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
 Holding on to memories
 Hoping they come to life
 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
 Poured our first perfect pints
 Kung Fu Kenny, look look
 Who the fuck you talkin' to, you ain't me
 Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me
 Everything I do is with the extras
 Flip me couple million for investments
 And my hood love me unconditional
 Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
 This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
 They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
 R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
 VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
 I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
 I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
 I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
 Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
 Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
 Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
 Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
 Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
 Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy
 Holding onto memories
 Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
 Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
 I be rollin' every time that I arrive