[Intro]
Yes sir, yes sir
I got it
Rocaine made this beat too
Yeah
22 aye

[Chorus]
Bitch I ain't petty if I want it imma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A n***a dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect shit I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n***a yeah me and all my friends
Lil bitch I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did

[Verse 1]
N***a think he gangsta we gone stake outcha crib
I'll turn this whole damn pop red of a six
What the fuck that make you if you hanging with a snitch
If you ain't got no money why the fuck you out the crib
Done with this thirty imma go and flip the clip
Petty n***a with no hustle you can't even flip a script
Cell game dropped but these hams getting hip
Don't care 'bout no groupies used to hoes on my dick
That choppa hit yo shoulder it'll take yo arm with it
What the fuck I look like fighting one of you strong n***as
I wake up in the morning tryna make my roll bigger
Yo bitch wake up next to you like "I chose the wrong n***a"
[Chorus]
Bitch I ain't petty if I want it imma spend
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins
With either one I get a Benz
A n***a dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect shit I feel like Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n***a yeah me and all my friends
Lil bitch I'm flawless like ten times ten
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did

[Verse 2]
Can't leave this bitch alone cause shit her throat different
This exotic in this wood lil boy we smoke different
If a n***a sneak diss I bet he all alone with it
Saks Fifth high as hell flirting with the old bitches
Bitch I grew up in hood I looked up to dope dealers
I ain't tryna make no friends you rappers is hoe n***as
You gone dig yo own grave fucking with this young n***a
I'll punch a n***a first then show him my gun with me
I might go to Cali to do donuts in a 'Rari
I been rocking Vlone like that n***a Darri
Take yo bitch and fuck her have you looking like Safaree
Shit I felt like Blade in my first pair of Carti's
I knew that as kids some of you n***as be bums
Bitch I'm 22 I never did no 1 on 1's
Aye, you n***as crumbs
You ain't made in a month what I charge for a song
[Chorus]
Bitch I ain't petty if I want it imma (yeah)
Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching, aye
With either one I get a (Benz)
A n***a dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib
Bitch I'm Mr...shit I...Gucci Mane
I'm a scamming ass n***a yeah me and all my friends
Lil bitch I'm flawless like (ten times ten)
I know God mad at me for some shit that I done did