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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Adarsh Mani
Adarsh Mani
Songwriter
Ace Redd
Ace Redd
Songwriter
Broderick Omar Hughey
Broderick Omar Hughey
Songwriter
Christian "Yung Berg" Ward
Christian "Yung Berg" Ward
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irocconthebeat
Irocconthebeat
Producer
Zypitano
Zypitano
Producer
Pharoah
Pharoah
Producer
jusvibes
jusvibes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[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 lean 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, yeah, Pluto, woo)
Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (Bitch, let's get it)
[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 B's like they Percs
Said I was a dead beat 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)
[Outro]
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Written by: Adarsh Mani, Durk Banks, Nayvadius Wilburn, Roderick Hughey
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