Petty
Hey, I've got what you want
Yeah, I've got what you need
But it's a shame that you can't be me
Oh, I'm coming in hot
yeah, I'm making my rounds
Swallowed by their hungry eyes
And the sound of breaking hearts
Go on now-pick me apart
Surrounded by judge and jury
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
Ooh, now you've gone and done it
You're a greasy-looking son of a bitch
Sorry, I'm not sorry
I feel my trigger finger give me the itch
All the wolves come out to fight
There's a bad moon on the rise
One knife and one red glove
It's giving me the taste of blood
And the sound of breaking hearts
Go on now-pick me apart
Surrounded by judge and jury
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
The gloves are coming off tonight
You brought your shotgun problems to a switchblade street fight
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
Petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
Yeah, I've got what you need
But it's a shame that you can't be me
Oh, I'm coming in hot
yeah, I'm making my rounds
Swallowed by their hungry eyes
And the sound of breaking hearts
Go on now-pick me apart
Surrounded by judge and jury
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
Ooh, now you've gone and done it
You're a greasy-looking son of a bitch
Sorry, I'm not sorry
I feel my trigger finger give me the itch
All the wolves come out to fight
There's a bad moon on the rise
One knife and one red glove
It's giving me the taste of blood
And the sound of breaking hearts
Go on now-pick me apart
Surrounded by judge and jury
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
The gloves are coming off tonight
You brought your shotgun problems to a switchblade street fight
The way you're talking about me-it's so fucking petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
Petty
I'm gonna try to keep it steady
But you're so fucking petty
Call all your boys and tell them, "go and get ready for me"
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Writer(s): Nickolas Emacio
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