Artist: Mike WiLL Made-It f/ Gucci Mane, Kendrick Lamar, Rae Sremmurd
Album:  Ransom 2
Song:   Perfect Pints
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Wop {"EarDrummers"}
Woo! {"Mike WiLL Made-It"}
Sremm 

[Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah, 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 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 (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'

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holdin' onto na-na-now
Hopin' they come to life
Cause underneath the stairs is where we
poured our first perfect pints

[Swae Lee]
Really wanna know
Hopin' 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

[Chorus]

[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'
V.I.P my barrio, 200 on the guest list
I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a bougie 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

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holdin' onto memories
Tossin', turnin' all night (oh yea, yeah yeah)
Leavin' would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin' every time that I arrive