Petty Songtext
von Lil Duke feat. Gunna
Petty Songtext
Yeah, I′m-
I'm just gon′ keep some player
Pop it like, player shit I'm on
Yeah, uh
B Racks
Oh
I peeped you, you petty, bitch (Petty bitch)
I sized your measurements (Size)
Politics, I'm geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits (Geeked)
Ain′t steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks (Nah)
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin′ these presidents (Oh, oh, oh)
Think I'm poppin′, I'm coppin' the latest drip (Latest)
My lil′ bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith (Drip)
I threw all my bars, I got hella bars (Bars)
My jacket not Zara, I beg the pardon (Nah)
If she one of my broads, she up to par (Broads)
Let you play with this stick like you drive a car (Drive a car)
I got locs on the net and on boulevard (Locs)
Gunna pullin′ these hoes like pull apart (Yeah)
I want suicide doors, I'm goin′ hard (Suicide)
You need to get that shit sewed or [?] apart ([?] apart)
I'm reachin′ my goal, let's celebrate (Ayy)
I′m doin' these shows, I'm gettin′ in shape (Gettin′ in shape)
Head to these racks on the interstate (Interstate)
We pickin' these back-ends up every state (Back-ends)
Niggas still hatin′, they can't relate (Nah)
We hungry, we eatin′ up every plate (Every plate)
Benihana, I want shrimp and steak (Benihan')
Don′t cut my line, I love the snakes (Love the snakes)
Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, it's on my fist
I got ices, got ices all over me (Ice)
I signed a deal with no degree (No degree)
I'm a dog, I′m eatin′ that pedigree (That pedigree)
Lollipop, baby, come suck on me (That lollipop)
Top me off, say that she love the D (Yeah)
It's a small circle, we never deep (Yeah)
I love that syrup, need the recipe
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Politics, I′m geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
Ain't steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin' these presidents
Think I′m poppin′, I'm coppin′ the latest drip
My lil' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith
Countin′ these racks got me celibate (Count it up)
All of my niggas got felonies (Felonies)
They quick to aim at your melon (Bow)
These niggas and bitches be jealous (Jealous)
I pull up, I'm poppin′ with etiquette (Etiquette)
How can I stop? I can't ever sleep (Ever sleep)
My partner pull up, I'm not scalin′ it (Scalin′ it)
That Draco gon' sing like a melody (Brrr)
Rich nigga, check out the schedule (Schedule)
We on a whole ′nother level (Whole 'nother level)
I want that bread like a deli (Deli)
All of these bitches be petty (Petty)
I put three grams in my blunt (Gas)
Yves Saint Laurent and I don′t gotta front (Yves Saint Laurent)
I get them racks every month
Screamin' out, "Fuck Donald Trump" (Trump)
Hop in the foreign, I′m doin' the dash (Skrt)
Pretty red bitch with a whole lotta ass (Whole lotta ass)
Niggas be hatin', I can′t show the stats (Stats)
On the way to the bank with you bitch on my lap (Ha)
Gunna, he with me forever (Ever)
Know we be fly like a feather (Brr)
Fifteen passenger, big jet, this is not a propeller (Shh)
My old bitch got her groove back, I call her Stella (Old bitch booty)
She got a whole lotta money (Money)
Bitch do whatever I tell her (Whatever I tell her)
Bitches be blowin′ up my cellular (Brrrr)
I used to wrap the package up in Maryland (Hello?)
Duke the Blue Devil (Devil)
These bitches be diggin' this shit like a shovel, you dig?
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Politics, I′m geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
Ain't steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin' these presidents
Think I′m poppin′, I'm coppin′ the latest drip
My lil' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith
I'm just gon′ keep some player
Pop it like, player shit I'm on
Yeah, uh
B Racks
Oh
I peeped you, you petty, bitch (Petty bitch)
I sized your measurements (Size)
Politics, I'm geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits (Geeked)
Ain′t steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks (Nah)
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin′ these presidents (Oh, oh, oh)
Think I'm poppin′, I'm coppin' the latest drip (Latest)
My lil′ bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith (Drip)
I threw all my bars, I got hella bars (Bars)
My jacket not Zara, I beg the pardon (Nah)
If she one of my broads, she up to par (Broads)
Let you play with this stick like you drive a car (Drive a car)
I got locs on the net and on boulevard (Locs)
Gunna pullin′ these hoes like pull apart (Yeah)
I want suicide doors, I'm goin′ hard (Suicide)
You need to get that shit sewed or [?] apart ([?] apart)
I'm reachin′ my goal, let's celebrate (Ayy)
I′m doin' these shows, I'm gettin′ in shape (Gettin′ in shape)
Head to these racks on the interstate (Interstate)
We pickin' these back-ends up every state (Back-ends)
Niggas still hatin′, they can't relate (Nah)
We hungry, we eatin′ up every plate (Every plate)
Benihana, I want shrimp and steak (Benihan')
Don′t cut my line, I love the snakes (Love the snakes)
Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, it's on my fist
I got ices, got ices all over me (Ice)
I signed a deal with no degree (No degree)
I'm a dog, I′m eatin′ that pedigree (That pedigree)
Lollipop, baby, come suck on me (That lollipop)
Top me off, say that she love the D (Yeah)
It's a small circle, we never deep (Yeah)
I love that syrup, need the recipe
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Politics, I′m geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
Ain't steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin' these presidents
Think I′m poppin′, I'm coppin′ the latest drip
My lil' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith
Countin′ these racks got me celibate (Count it up)
All of my niggas got felonies (Felonies)
They quick to aim at your melon (Bow)
These niggas and bitches be jealous (Jealous)
I pull up, I'm poppin′ with etiquette (Etiquette)
How can I stop? I can't ever sleep (Ever sleep)
My partner pull up, I'm not scalin′ it (Scalin′ it)
That Draco gon' sing like a melody (Brrr)
Rich nigga, check out the schedule (Schedule)
We on a whole ′nother level (Whole 'nother level)
I want that bread like a deli (Deli)
All of these bitches be petty (Petty)
I put three grams in my blunt (Gas)
Yves Saint Laurent and I don′t gotta front (Yves Saint Laurent)
I get them racks every month
Screamin' out, "Fuck Donald Trump" (Trump)
Hop in the foreign, I′m doin' the dash (Skrt)
Pretty red bitch with a whole lotta ass (Whole lotta ass)
Niggas be hatin', I can′t show the stats (Stats)
On the way to the bank with you bitch on my lap (Ha)
Gunna, he with me forever (Ever)
Know we be fly like a feather (Brr)
Fifteen passenger, big jet, this is not a propeller (Shh)
My old bitch got her groove back, I call her Stella (Old bitch booty)
She got a whole lotta money (Money)
Bitch do whatever I tell her (Whatever I tell her)
Bitches be blowin′ up my cellular (Brrrr)
I used to wrap the package up in Maryland (Hello?)
Duke the Blue Devil (Devil)
These bitches be diggin' this shit like a shovel, you dig?
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Politics, I′m geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
Ain't steppin′ in no more Giuseppe kicks
I ain't splurgin′, I'm stackin' these presidents
Think I′m poppin′, I'm coppin′ the latest drip
My lil' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith
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