Perfect
You win, Perfect
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
I walk in the trap they got packs for me
Don't shop a lot I put tax on him
Keep talking shit I put racks on him
Walking around couple stacks on me
Hop in this bitch with a blunt lit
Run up the trap I get dumb rich
Hold up, I think he pump faking
I need it now nigga done waiting
I'm coming up niggas dumb hating
Flexed out get my cash up
Big cap get you passed up
Good gas keep me gassed up
Walking around with all of these bitches
Call me Zebra Hefner
If a nigga got to bring it to you
Then you know I'm charging extra
My Glock hold hollows
My heart is shallow
I'm showing no love
I fuck wit the pyros
Still fucking wit Crips, shit
Hussle my blood
Niggas be talking
They really don't want it, shit
They really don't want it
Gucci the garment
These niggas informants
Damn, I can't call it
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
This around the time
That I maid like 10 bands
Plug called me on the phone
I'm like just text me, understand
Matter fact!
I don't even want to text about that shit
I'm just trapping getting rich
I hit Lo up for a zip
Got my baby coming through
Count them bands when I chill
I be flexing getting bills
Me and Bussem from the Hill
Yeah, YEAH
Let her mind wonder
Couple stacks up in the safe
DV know I'm getting paid
Niggas sweet they Minute Maid
Call my nigga Pico Pears
Pew, Pew
It's out of here
Trapper of the fucking year
Like Gucci Mane In Zone 6
Versace shit I'm on one
I'm mad as fuck need burn sumn
Spilled blunt guts on my A1's
Like Herbo said G-Fazos
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
This shit easy... this shit easy
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
I walk in the trap they got packs for me
Don't shop a lot I put tax on him
Keep talking shit I put racks on him
Walking around couple stacks on me
Hop in this bitch with a blunt lit
Run up the trap I get dumb rich
Hold up, I think he pump faking
I need it now nigga done waiting
I'm coming up niggas dumb hating
Flexed out get my cash up
Big cap get you passed up
Good gas keep me gassed up
Walking around with all of these bitches
Call me Zebra Hefner
If a nigga got to bring it to you
Then you know I'm charging extra
My Glock hold hollows
My heart is shallow
I'm showing no love
I fuck wit the pyros
Still fucking wit Crips, shit
Hussle my blood
Niggas be talking
They really don't want it, shit
They really don't want it
Gucci the garment
These niggas informants
Damn, I can't call it
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
This around the time
That I maid like 10 bands
Plug called me on the phone
I'm like just text me, understand
Matter fact!
I don't even want to text about that shit
I'm just trapping getting rich
I hit Lo up for a zip
Got my baby coming through
Count them bands when I chill
I be flexing getting bills
Me and Bussem from the Hill
Yeah, YEAH
Let her mind wonder
Couple stacks up in the safe
DV know I'm getting paid
Niggas sweet they Minute Maid
Call my nigga Pico Pears
Pew, Pew
It's out of here
Trapper of the fucking year
Like Gucci Mane In Zone 6
Versace shit I'm on one
I'm mad as fuck need burn sumn
Spilled blunt guts on my A1's
Like Herbo said G-Fazos
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
All my bitches perfect
Money coming perfect
Cook it make it perfect
I be cheffing serving
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
Look at me I'm perfect
This shit easy... this shit easy
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Writer(s): Joel Kellem
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