Perfect Score
Perfect Score

Mak11, Macc Davis, Young Shrimp - Perfect Score Lyrics

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Perfect Score Lyrics

Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
I just want that Rolie on my wrist so I can shine, yuh
I got all this glow you know my bitch she looking fine, yuh
I just went and ordered up some fish I’m sipping wine, yuh
I got all my homies in this shit they by my side
I roll up my weed and ignite it
I pour up some lean in my Sprite, yeah
Lil shawty a freak she gon ride dick
Haters hope to defeat me come try kid
Want gold on my teeth and some diamonds
VVs so cold they could freeze in a fire pit
This smoke come from BC it’s vibrant
See me you know I don’t need me a stylist
I’m gon play with them bands like a violin
Boy you make an advance I get violent
Know I’m taking a chance I can’t try again
So I’m chasing the cash let it pile in
I came for the bag imma buy a Benz
I ain’t one to brag but then why pretend
Like my name it ain’t major bitch I’m a trend
Yeah they say I was made for this I’m the man
Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
They got me vexed
I'm passing all my tests
Got the whip I chop the roof
She top me off inside a jet
Nikes on, got a check
Got my dogs I keep em blessed
Rolling trees out in the sticks
Get these thoughts all out my head
It ain't a sweat
No I'm not talking bout pants
ASAP when I need my advance
Now she just under the sheets and she told me
I'm taking her right from her mans
Hermes, I need me a link
I got my mandems we smoking the stink
Made me sit down, I gotta think
Shots to the face, Henny I drink, yeah yeah
If you don't like me then that's jealousy
Shorty bad she told me come and see
Now your girl been playing hide and seek
That's Macc and Mak and Shrimp
She wanna ride a G
Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
AP gleam, rocks on me
I sip lean for self esteem
I spend 10 like every week
You know that all of that talking is cheap
You best believe that nothing is free
Know they see me when I step on the scene
It’s funny I started this shit from a dream
Now I got guap I can put on my team
You can put me to the test
I’ll ace it I’m coming correct
You tryna flex? I heard you’re in debt
Bitch you a rookie, and I am the vet
Your girl by my side and she giving me neck
I done it for fun just to keep her in check
I’m counting these riggity riggity racks
I keep it real boy I don’t fuck with rats
If you gon snitch we gon get to subtracting
Y’all don’t really want no action
Y’all really out here capping
Put it on my mom
Y'all don’t want drama
We just been running up commas
Money my mind gotta lotta
Just like I'm hitting the lotto
You know that that is my motto, yeah

Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
I just want that Rolie on my wrist so I can shine, yuh
I got all this glow you know my bitch she looking fine, yuh
I just went and ordered up some fish I’m sipping wine, yuh
I got all my homies in this shit they by my side
I roll up my weed and ignite it
I pour up some lean in my Sprite, yeah
Lil shawty a freak she gon ride dick
Haters hope to defeat me come try kid
Want gold on my teeth and some diamonds
VVs so cold they could freeze in a fire pit
This smoke come from BC it’s vibrant
See me you know I don’t need me a stylist
I’m gon play with them bands like a violin
Boy you make an advance I get violent
Know I’m taking a chance I can’t try again
So I’m chasing the cash let it pile in
I came for the bag imma buy a Benz
I ain’t one to brag but then why pretend
Like my name it ain’t major bitch I’m a trend
Yeah they say I was made for this I’m the man
Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
They got me vexed
I'm passing all my tests
Got the whip I chop the roof
She top me off inside a jet
Nikes on, got a check
Got my dogs I keep em blessed
Rolling trees out in the sticks
Get these thoughts all out my head
It ain't a sweat
No I'm not talking bout pants
ASAP when I need my advance
Now she just under the sheets and she told me
I'm taking her right from her mans
Hermes, I need me a link
I got my mandems we smoking the stink
Made me sit down, I gotta think
Shots to the face, Henny I drink, yeah yeah
If you don't like me then that's jealousy
Shorty bad she told me come and see
Now your girl been playing hide and seek
That's Macc and Mak and Shrimp
She wanna ride a G
Shawty blow me like a check
I’m only smoking on the best
I got my homies on the left
You don’t know nothing about me
Then you owe me your respect
Y’all look phoney tryna flex
I want a Rolie or Patek
On the road there ain’t no rest
Perfect score on all my tests
Stock my dough up gon invest
AP gleam, rocks on me
I sip lean for self esteem
I spend 10 like every week
You know that all of that talking is cheap
You best believe that nothing is free
Know they see me when I step on the scene
It’s funny I started this shit from a dream
Now I got guap I can put on my team
You can put me to the test
I’ll ace it I’m coming correct
You tryna flex? I heard you’re in debt
Bitch you a rookie, and I am the vet
Your girl by my side and she giving me neck
I done it for fun just to keep her in check
I’m counting these riggity riggity racks
I keep it real boy I don’t fuck with rats
If you gon snitch we gon get to subtracting
Y’all don’t really want no action
Y’all really out here capping
Put it on my mom
Y'all don’t want drama
We just been running up commas
Money my mind gotta lotta
Just like I'm hitting the lotto
You know that that is my motto, yeah

Writer(s): Andrew McDonald, Ian Antle, Owen Coulter
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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