Petty Too (feat. Future)
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Who made this shit, Pharaoh?)
He got caught with a b- I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' b- on him, he thinkin' with his d-, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my b- with the guys
I got b- who I f- and they got names, but I can't brag
I'm a heavy hitter, you wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her
B- cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I don't act petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Dr. Miami, got her a- on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches h- who sell they Link card for they micros
I be in the Trump, stuffin' my Runtz up with my white h-
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty a-
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm ready too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
Cuttin' off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a -
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Subtweetin', soon as we catch up, don dadda
Whack that n-, have his family writin' me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get m- from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young h- 22, she don't keep it P, I'ma f- her mama
She ain't just for the street, these h- for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These h- poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a dead beat, went and bought my daughter a Birkin
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm ready too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
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Uh, uh, uh
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(Who made this shit, Pharaoh?)
He got caught with a b- I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' b- on him, he thinkin' with his d-, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my b- with the guys
I got b- who I f- and they got names, but I can't brag
I'm a heavy hitter, you wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her
B- cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I don't act petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Dr. Miami, got her a- on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches h- who sell they Link card for they micros
I be in the Trump, stuffin' my Runtz up with my white h-
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty a-
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm ready too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
Cuttin' off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a -
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Subtweetin', soon as we catch up, don dadda
Whack that n-, have his family writin' me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get m- from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young h- 22, she don't keep it P, I'ma f- her mama
She ain't just for the street, these h- for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These h- poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a dead beat, went and bought my daughter a Birkin
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too, uh, uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, b-, I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm ready too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you petty, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
B-, you ready, then I'm petty too (b-, let's get it) uh-uh
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Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Durk D. Banks, Adarsh Mani, Broderick Hughey, Roderick Lamar Jr. Hughey
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