(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Who made this shit, Pharaoh?)

He got caught with a bitch I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' bitch on him, he thinkin' 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 don't act 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, stuffin' my Runtz up with my white ho
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty ass

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 (yeah, Pluto, woo)
Then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)

Cuttin' 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
Subtweetin', soon as we catch up, don dada
Whack that nigga, have his family writin' 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 B's like they Percs
Said I was a deadbeat, went and bought my daughter a Birkin

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)

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Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ace Redd, Adarsh Mani, Broderick Omar Hughey, Christian Ward, Christopher A. Pearson, Durk D. Banks, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn