Petty (feat. Lil Baby)歌詞

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