Petty

(Album: Trap Hero - 2019)

Yung Lan on the track
It's your boy Versace Man

[Young Scooter:]
Scooter trap rolling, yeah, it's bunking, bunking
Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothing, nothing
Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustling
If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunking, bunking
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustling, hustling
I rerock the weed, money doubling, doubling
You a petty hustler, watching another nigga's sack
You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street

Petty ass nigga, stay the fuck 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 fuck you 'round me?
She set her baby daddy up, bitch, you a petty ho
I'm from Lil Mexico, I ain't talking 'bout Mexico
I built my name off stretching dope 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, nigga, 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 rolling, yeah, it's bunking, bunking
Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothing, nothing
Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustling
If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunking, bunking
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustling, hustling
I rerock the weed, money doubling, doubling
You a petty hustler, watching another nigga's sack
You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street

[Lil Baby:]
Throwing this money amazing, I'm going crazy, I'm in Magic on the stage
No shirt, ten chains, I ain't ashamed, I ain't come to play games
Fuck 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 getting 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 sipping, I won't even dose
Nigga still living 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 rolling
Told them folks I'm gone

[Young Scooter:]
Scooter trap rolling, yeah, it's bunking, bunking
Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothing, nothing
Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustling
If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunking, bunking
Burglar bars and cameras how we hustling, hustling
I rerock the weed, money doubling, doubling
You a petty hustler, watching another nigga's sack
You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street