Perfect Pint Lyrics - Mike Will Made It

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' 

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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) 

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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