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

[Gucci Mane]

Wop

Ear Drummers

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Slim Jxmmi]

Gi-gimme some space

Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank

I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank (rich nigga)

Grade A bitches treatin' me like a safe

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 (wavy)

And this freak in my ear tryna go (skrrt)

I-I'll turn your crib to a hoe house (huh)

I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out (leggo)

Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out (drank)

Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'

[Swae Lee]

Holding onto na-na-nah

Hoping they come to life

'Cause underneath the stairs is where we

Poured our first perfect pints

Really wanna know

Hoping they come to life

'Cause right there on the stairs is where

We poured our first perfect pints

[Gucci Mane]

(It's Gucci!)

I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline

You know the 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)

[Swae Lee]

Holding onto na-na-nah

Hoping they come to life

'Cause underneath the stairs is where we

Poured our first perfect pints

[Kendrick Lamar]

Kung Fu Kenny, look look

Who the fuck you talkin' to? You mainey (you mainey)

Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me (you ain't me)

Everything I do is with the extras (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 barrio, 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

[Swae Lee]

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