[Intro]
Yeah, burr, burr, well damn, huh, Mr. Perfect, yeah, Mr. Perfect, huh
It's Gucci, SportCenter, EA SportCenter, all in the game, So Icy trouble

[Verse]
If you ever come to east Atlanta
Ask anybody is Gucci gangsta?
Still crank my Glock with the touch of my finger
So iced out, I can't talk to stangers
The bible say Jesus born in a manger
Lord bury me in east Atlanta
Mr. Perfect, I'm more than a rapper
Vacuum sealer, sour and wrapper
I'm not your average artist
I'm perfect, hundred, I'm flawless
I'm Wilt Chamb, baby, I'm the baller's baller
I hit her, quit her, split her, prolly won't call her
Baller, me and your team are brawlin'
Beefin', someone's gonna see a coffin
Beats like this, Zay don't give me that often
I sip Codeine, cough syrup, I'm coughin'
CEO shit, why you broke and shit?
Mr. Perfect, I got bubbles and shit
VVS watches and roast and shit
So Icey Entertainment, we stankin' rich
Yeah, I love my stankin' bitch
She love my dirty draws, I give her dirty dick
Lord take my soul if I die don’t wake
Please take my breath if I turn fake
I'm a birthday party, bitch, I got cake
Birthday cake, baby, fix my plate
Mr. Perfect girls feed me grapes (Truly)
One take, shawty, this took one take
Monday, I did it on my off day
Gucci Mane La Flare, I'm so boujee
Touchey wrist so you don't say
"Gucci swing your dick my way"
I admit I don’t pop pills no more
Still got them for the low low
Don’t make me smoke Dro no mo'
Got new goons, my new goons are more cut throat
And I'm married to that white bitch, we just eloped
Cold chain 'bout two baby, cocaine floats
Droppin' to the bottom grams, I add mo'
I'm guaranteed to give the jays what they pay fo' (What
They paid fo'!)
Go! Go! Get away from me
I'm So Icey entertainment (Icey)
B. O. S. S. did I say G.?
U. C. C. I
M. A. N. E. , La Flare you done heard 'bout me
I'm Mr. Perfect, perfect I am
Gucci Mane Mr. Perfect
I am Wilt CHAMBERLAIN, chain swangin', dog danglin', hard dangalin', pinky dangalin' and dangalin'', I'm blangin'
Mr. Perfect, man, new mixtape