Petty Ballers (feat. Peezy)

Uh

What up, P?

We finna do it just like this

Uh, aha

Let that bitch ride, that bitch too hard, got me here hurtin' my back

Free the main bird, ****

KrispyLife, ayy

You broke petty ****, put that change up

I'm on my fifth duece, this ain't the same cup

Twenty-five lines, thirty-five hundred, this ain't the same gulp

I did a striker, then I did a striker, let me change up

The bitches get behind me, I go ghost, I turn to Casper

I got two things in this world, my balls and masters

Bent off that juice trippin', I feel bad for my Blatter

In Seattle with my plug talkin' birds, bitch, I'm Bobby Welder

Three labels call my phone, I ain't even answer (Nope)

I ain't interested in sellin' out, I own my own masters

I'm on vacation, but the phone crackin' (Pull up on bro)

See the shine on it when you take it out the wrapper (Yeah)

I be in the field active (Yeah), I am not a real rapper (Naw)

Dead fresh when I take a picture, I don't need a caption

Fuck a model on the couch, I don't need the mattress (Haha)

I can post a million cash 'cause I pay taxes

That new ten-thousand, a hundred thousand, put my life on it

We don't show cash, but I bring that shit out for the right moment

That **** broke as fuck, somebody go and slap a cast on him

I'm buyin' the whole crew ice, I'm gonna spend a bag on 'em

Yeah

Whip brand new, I left the tag on it (Brand new)

She been around me, that's why she act funny (Yeah)

She bad but she skinny, I put ass on her (Come on, baby)

And she won't fuck with you, I put my last on it

Fat French ****, Off-White, or Dior

Buy Amiri, don't leave the tag hangin', that shit poor

Bought water, pour it out, throw a duece in the quart

Make a bitch wash my dishes, she'll treat it like a chore

Yeah

Dior trench coat, got it hangin' to the floor (Yeah)

They might deport a **** 'cause the cars all foreign (Swear)

She not a bad bitch, if she poor (No)

Wack a ****, wack some more, we ain't even on a sport, nope (Blrrt)

I don't burn bridges, all my bitches still love me

In the trap, tears in my eyes cuttin' up an onion

If I step on it too hard, I'll bust a bunyan

If you step to one of us too hard, I'll bust a dozen

He ain't pay me back yet, fuck my cousin (Fuck 'em)

He cut himself off for a couple racks, that ain't nothin' (Nope)

I ain't fuckin' with you, boy, man, I'm tired of being humble (Tired)

Got the ball in my hands, and I bet I won't fumble (Bet I won't fumble)

These **** must be blind, they ain't seein' money

Hit him five times (Baow, baow, baow), he ain't see it comin' (Ha)

Ain't no limit to my cash money, I might need a Hummer

Pussy wasn't even that expensive, paid a couple hundred

I like to trick on bad hoes, ain't nothin' on my budget

Thirty-eight hundred just for this Louis duffle

If TSA trippin', I'm trippin' off the Louis luggage

Off the whitest white Buffs on my face, I'm rockin' onions

I be gettin' money for a long time

Hold my wrist in the air, it's gon' fasho shine

**** can't say I dropped a dime

If you ever see me drop a dime, it was ten multiple times, bitch

KrispyLife, ****