Petty

Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts?

Bitch, we can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh
We can get petty, yeah

We can get petty, uh, tell me if you ready, uh
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh
We can get petty, yeah

Broke bitches always in some shit except businesses (uh)
Tryna bring us down, so they bring up us rich bitches (uh)
Talkin' out that neck won't get you far, but if this is
Gossip that affect my pockets, it's gon' hit different (uh)
'Bout to get explicit (uh)
Ain't with Twitter dissin' (uh)
You gon' have to speak up when you talk, I'm here to listen, uh
If you poppin' shit, you probably wishin' I'm religious, uh
This collision finna get you feelin' hella Christian

Look, you gon' need that energy you got when you sendin' me
All the caps lockin' when you talkin' on the net to me
Wish a bitch would yell at me
Fuck a bitch's jealousy
May not be your cup of tea, but I'm your boyfriend's Hennessy and...

We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh
We can get petty, yeah, uh
We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh
We can get petty, yeah

Bro, I'm so tired of the commentin' on me and mine
When all you bitches really ain't got no pot to piss in
Couldn't get 1000 dollar if you and your three
Hoe-ass friends go put your savings in a pot
You fuckin' thots is out here
Judgin' bitches like us 'cause you forgot
That I don't got time but I'll make
Time if it means draggin' a lil bitch
I'm tired of all you fuckin' hoes
Y'all startin' problems, think you slick
I'm 'bout to drag you by the fuckin' edges both of us ain't got
It's quite ironic, stale bland ass bitches throwin' salt

You 'bout to get your season, we 'bout to make this even
You talkin' shit about me, you 'bout to get your reason
'Cause I've been on my vibin' higher and my meditatin' shit
But if you want bitch, I can put this fuckin' hair up, hold my shit

We can get petty, tell me if you ready (yeah)
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh (uh)
We can get petty, yeah, uh
We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh
I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh
We can get petty, uh (uh)
We can get petty, yeah, uh



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Writer(s): Alvaro Rincon, Claudia Feliciano
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