Petty (feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit)

作曲 : Kenneth Bailey/Dominique Jones/Milan Modi

Yung Lan on the track

It's your boy Versace Man

Scooter trap rollin’, yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin’

Street, can I get some credit

You ain't nothin', nothin'

*****, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin'

If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin’

Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin’, hustlin'

I rerock the weed, money doublin’, doublin'

You a petty hustler, watchin' another *****'s sack

You a petty hustler,

And I can’t be around that, Street

Petty ass *****, stay the **** from 'round me

I got out my situation, now I'm 'bout to sign me

Every day a lituation, all these Freebandz 'round me

You ain't even worth a ten, why the **** you 'round me?

She set her baby daddy up, *****, you a petty ho

I'm from Lil Mexico, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mexico

I built my name off stretching **** like elastic

I really made a couple million off plastic

They hit me with the gang charge, it's a petty case

My name heavy in the streets, *****, you featherweight

You never made it to a brick, you moving petty weight

Brought out like fifty bricks today,

They gone the same day, Street

Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin'

Street, can I get some credit?

You ain't nothin', nothin'

*****, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin'

If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin'

Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin', hustlin'

I rerock the weed, money doublin', doublin'

You a petty hustler, watchin' another *****'s sack

You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street

Throwin' this money amazing,

I'm goin' crazy, I'm in Magic on the stage

No shirt, ten chains, I ain't ashamed,

I ain't come to play games

**** it, you got enough money,

You just gotta shoot it,

You ain't even gotta aim, yeah

I'm with 'Set, free Tay, yeah

Ain't no cap in my game, yeah

Rolls Royce switch lanes, yeah

Ain't no dirt on my name

I'm in the Westin gettin' loads off

I still'll pay a J to drop a ho off

Let 'em play one time, I'ma go off

I done got rich, I don't need to show off

I can keep sippin', I won't even dose

***** still livin' like I'm kicking doors

We caught him slipping, had to wipe his nose

I'm standing tall on 'em, ten toes

I got some bros still selling loads

Try to wave motion, we switch hoes

Know I done blew a mil' on clothes

Had to cut off my phone, yeah

Trap keep on rollin'

Told them folks I'm gone

Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin'

Street, can I get some credit?

You ain't nothin', nothin'

*****, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin'

If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin'

Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin', hustlin'

I rerock the weed, money doublin', doublin'

You a petty hustler, watchin' another *****'s sack

You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street