[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
[Hook]
Shot for greatness
All my fashion be the latest
Lil’ b*tch, you too basic
So you cannot be my baby
Seem like yesterday all our style was outdated
Ha, they don’t wanna see me doing good
They wanna take it
[Verse 1]
Big racks, big stacks
b*tch, you know I been ‘bout that
Getting money, it’s a fact
Lil Perfect, b*tch I’m on the map
Louis V, Gucci
If I want it, I’ma cop that
In H-Town I hold it down
But, I’m still from the Rock-Town
Your girl looking at me, I’m sauced up
You hating lil’ boy, I’m on top now
Clout shades, clout goggles
Lil’ b*tch thinking she got clout now
f*cking on your daughter
Might as well call her my stepchild
Aye, Lil Perfect why the f*ck you getting all this money?
Aye, Lil Perfect why all you do is count hunnits’?
Aye, baby girl I’m doing me, I cannot worry ‘bout him
He broke, he childish
Keyboard thugging, n*gga get your bag up
[Hook]
Shot for greatness
All my fashion be the latest
Lil’ b*tch, you too basic
So you cannot be my baby
Seem like yesterday all our style was outdated
Ha, they don’t wanna see me doing good
They wanna take it
[Verse 2]
Ha, they don’t wanna see me doing good
These n*ggas hating
I’m getting the money
I’m on top, b*tch I’m elevating
Gucci this, Gucci that
b*tch I’m Gucci gangin’
Ice on my neck, your sh*t fake
b*tch I’m Johnny Dang’n
Lil Perfect why you so perfect?
Baby, it’s perfection
Lil Perfect why you wear Supreme?
‘Cause I’m froze like Winter
Getting to this money like a Libra in late September
Givenchy on my body
Baby girl, I’m a classy n*gga
The ass like Kash Doll
Then I’m throwing, n*gga
Getting money, getting racks
It’s figures, yeah, I been that n*gga
Lil’ b*tch pulled up in ya’ whip
But, she ain’t leaving wit’ ya’
I’m Lil Perfect, I’m the G.O.A.T
b*tch, come take a picture
[Hook]
Shot for greatness
All my fashion be the latest
Lil’ b*tch, you too basic
So you cannot be my baby
Seem like yesterday all our style was outdated
Ha, they don’t wanna see me doing good
They wanna take it
[Outro]
They don’t want me to live my life
Man, they wanna waste it
R.I.P. to my papa
Without you I wouldn’t have made it
Lil Perfect you ain’t did sh*t
Why these n*ggas hating?
I could never hate on a young n*gga f*cking making it, yah’