Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocais
Future
Future
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Composição
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Composição
Adarsh Mani
Adarsh Mani
Composição
Ace Redd
Ace Redd
Composição
Broderick Omar Hughey
Broderick Omar Hughey
Composição
Christian "Yung Berg" Ward
Christian "Yung Berg" Ward
Composição
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Irocconthebeat
Irocconthebeat
Produção
Zypitano
Zypitano
Produção
Pharoah
Pharoah
Produção
jusvibes
jusvibes
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

[Intro]
IRoccOnTheBeat
Who made this shit, Pharaoh?
[Verse 1]
He got caught with a bitch I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' bitch on him, he thinking with his dick, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my bitches with the guys
I got bitches who I fuck 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
Bitches cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I'm not petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Back to Miami, got her ass on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches hoes who sell they link card for they micros
I be in the trump, stuffing my Runtz up with my white hoes
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty ass
[Chorus]
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Yeah, Pluto, woo
[Verse 2]
Cutting off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a body
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Sub twins, soon as we catch up, nine dollar
Whack that ****, have his family writing me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get mop from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young ho twenty-two, she don't keep it P, I'ma fuck her mama
She ain't just for the street, these hoes for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These hoes poppin' Plan Bs like they Percs
Said I was a deadbeat when I bought my daughter a Birkin
[Chorus]
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
Written by: Adarsh Mani, Durk Banks, Nayvadius Wilburn, Roderick Hughey
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