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Young Scooter "Petty" feat. Lil Baby (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Kenneth Bailey
Kenneth Bailey
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Versace Beatz
Versace Beatz
Producer
Trey Stylez
Trey Stylez
Engineer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Letra

Young Lan on the track It's your boy Versace Man Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin' Street, can I get some credit? Ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, 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 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 talkin' '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 rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin' Street, can I get some credit? Ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, 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 nigga'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 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 gettin' loads off I still a 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 keep sippin', I won't even dose Nigga 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 Tryna 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? Ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, 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 nigga's sack You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, street
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Dominique Jones, Kenneth Bailey, Thomas Moran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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