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Gunna - Petty Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Y3
Yeah, I'm, I'm
I'm just gon' kick some player
Poppin' like player shit I'm on
Yeah, uh
Ayy C4, ayy, ayy, bro
Oh
4Bombs, baby

[Chorus: Gunna]
I peeped you, you petty, bitch (Petty bitch)
I sized your measurements (Size)
Uh, politic
I'm geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits (Geeked)
Ain't steppin' in no more Giuseppe kicks (Nah)
I ain't splurgin', I'm stackin' these presidents (Oh, oh, oh)
Think I'm poppin', I'm coppin' the latest drip (Latest)
My lil' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith (Drip)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I'm doin' my boss, I got hella bars (Bars)
My jacket not Zara, I beg they pardon (Nah)
If she one of my broads, she up to par (Broads)
Let you play with this stick like you drive a car (Drive a car)
I got Locs on the net and them boulevard (Locs)
Gunna pullin' these hoes like Pull-A-Part (Yeah)
I want suicide doors, I'm goin' hard (Suicide)
Used to get that shit sewed Crip Park (Crip Park)
I'm reachin' my goal, let's celebrate (Ayy)
I'm doin' these shows, I'm gettin' in shape (Gettin' in shape)
Head to these racks on the interstate (Interstate)
We pickin' these backends up every state (Backends)
Niggas still hatin', they can't relate (Nah)
We hungry, we eatin' up every plate (Every plate)
Benihana, I want shrimp and steak (Benihana)
Don't cut my lawn, I love the snakes (Love the snakes)
Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, it's ice on my fist
I got ice, got ices all over me (Ice)
Look, I signed a deal with no degree (No degree)
I'm a dog, I'm eatin' that Pedigree (That Pedigree)
Lollipop, baby, come suck on me (It lollipop)
Top me off, say that she love the D (Yeah)
It's a small circle, we never deep (Yeah)
I love that syrup, need the recipe
[Chorus: Gunna]
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Uh, politic
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' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Countin' these racks got me celibate (Count it up)
All of my niggas got felonies (Felonies)
They quick to aim at your melon (Baow)
These niggas and bitches be jealous (Jealous)
I pull up, I'm proper with etiquette (Etiquette)
How can I stop? I can't ever sleep (Ever sleep)
My partner pull up, I'm not scalin' it (Scalin' it)
That Draco gon' sing like a melody (Brr)
Rich nigga, check out the schedule (Schedule)
We on a whole 'nother level (Whole 'nother level)
I want that bread like a deli (Deli)
All of these bitches be petty (Petty)
I put three grams in my blunt (Gas)
Yves Saint Laurent and I don't gotta front (Yves Saint Laurent)
I get them racks every month
Screamin' out, "Fuck Donald Trump" (Trump)
Hop in the foreign, I'm doin' the dash (Skrrt)
Pretty red bitch with a whole lot of ass (Whole lot of ass)
Niggas be hatin', I can't show the stats (Stats, hah)
Gunna, he with me forever (Ever)
Know we be fly like a feather (Brr)
Fifteen passenger big jet, this is not a propeller (Shh)
My old bitch got her groove back, I call her Stella (Old bitch groove back)
She got a whole lot of money (Money)
Bitch do whatever I tell her (Whatever I tell her)
Bitches be blowin' up my cellular (Brr)
I used to wrap the package up in Maryland (Hello?)
Duke the Blue Devil (Devil)
These bitches be diggin' this shit like a shovel
[Chorus: Gunna]
I peeped you, you petty, bitch
I sized your measurements
Uh, politic
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' bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith