Lil Duke feat. Gunna – Petty (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Petty” / Lil Duke feat. Gunna

Yeah, I’m.. I’m just gon’ keep some player
Pop it like, player s**t I’m on
Yeah, uh, B Racks, oh Y3

I peeped you, you petty, b**ch
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’ b**ch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith

I threw all my bars, I got hella bars
My jacket not Zara, I beg the pardon
If she one of my broads, she up to par
Let you play with this stick like you drive a car
I got locs on the net and on boulevard
Gunna pullin’ these h*es like pull apart
I want suicide doors, I’m goin’ hard
You need to get that s**t sewed or .. apart
I’m reachin’ my goal, let’s celebrate
I’m doin’ these shows, I’m gettin’ in shape
Head to these racks on the interstate
We pickin’ these back-ends up every state

N**gas still hatin’, they can’t relate
We hungry, we eatin’ up every plate
Benihana, I want shrimp and steak
Don’t cut my line, I love the snakes
Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, it’s on my fist
I got ices, got ices all over me
I signed a deal with no degree
I’m a dog, I’m eatin’ that pedigree
Lollipop, baby, come suck on me
Top me off, say that she love the D
It’s a small circle, we never deep
I love that syrup, need the recipe

I peeped you, you petty, b**ch
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’ b**ch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith

Countin’ these racks got me celibate
All of my n**gas got felonies
They quick to aim at your melon
These n**gas and b**ches be jealous
I pull up, I’m poppin’ with etiquette
How can I stop I can’t ever sleep
My partner pull up, I’m not scalin’ it
That Draco gon’ sing like a melody
Rich n**ga, check out the schedule
We on a whole ‘nother level
I want that bread like a deli
All of these b**ches be petty
I put three grams in my blunt

Yves Saint Laurent and I don’t gotta front
I get them racks every month
Screamin’ out, f**k Donald Trump
Hop in the foreign, I’m doin’ the dash
Pretty red b**ch with a whole lotta ass
N**gas be hatin’, I can’t show the stats
On the way to the bank with you b**ch on my lap
Gunna, he with me forever versuri.online
Know we be fly like a feather
Fifteen passenger, big jet, this is not a propeller
My old b**ch got her groove back, I call her Stella
She got a whole lotta money
B**ch do whatever I tell her
B**ches be blowin’ up my cellular
I used to wrap the package up in Maryland
Duke the Blue Devil
These b**ches be diggin’ this s**t like a shovel, you dig

I peeped you, you petty, b**ch
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’ b**ch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith…

➤ Written by Lil Duke & Gunna
Album: Blue Devil 2
Produced by B Racks & Y3
Lil Duke & Gunna 2019

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