Petty ft. Kindred Price Lyrics

I got my shit, know I'ma track yeah

I got a need for it, I call it my passion

Quit hatin' on me, cause bitches find me attractive

My bitch gotta be obsessed with me, or we won't happen

My money come in bags, this shit is fantastic

I stretch my bands out like rubber, yeah, elastic

Got a fine selection of bitches, the baddest

Hoppin that truck off the drank, you know I'ma crash it

I'm so petty, booted up, I'm ready

Yea keep it steady, It's quiet, pop a deady

Yeah, this shit stank

I know way more than you think

Brought an army, yea a tank

Yeah, I do this for the fame

The movement started, huh, bitch who go the hardest?

Bitch, I run up on all my bands, my legs burn, yeah, the hottest

Supermodel bitch, want me to call her my shawty

I been on my hype shit, they tell me they like it

I don't give a fuck, give me a beat, then I'm writing

Want billionaire money, tryna get on my dark night shit

So who gon' fight this? So who gon' fight this? Tell me

Ahh!

I got my shit, know I'ma track yeah

I got a need for it, I call it my passion

Quit hatin' on me, cause bitches find me attractive

My bitch gotta be obsessed with me, or we won't happen

My money come in bags, this shit is fantastic

I stretch my bands out like rubber, yeah, elastic

Got a fine selection of bitches, the baddest

Hoppin that truck off the drank, you know I'ma crash it

I'm so petty, booted up, I'm ready

Yea keep it steady, It's quiet, pop a deady

Yeah, this shit stank

I know way more than you think

Brought an army, yea a tank

Yeah, I do this for the fame

Bitch, what you think? I'ma leave you with a stain, yeah

Easter pink, got me leanin' off the drank, yeah

Look where started, fuck bein moddest I'm reaching my target

You cannot stop this, I'm already on it,

Five years in, oh well, who's countin?

Watchin it stack, yeah, watch me, I'm flipping the pack

Get my get back then relax

Shout out EZ, He hit it harder than Chris Brazy

I feel like I'm Rich the Kid, I might just cop a new freezer,

I'm like, hey, huh

What you tryna do? Ah yeah

I be switchin' lanes, Bentley Coupe

Bitch, I'm petty, and so are you

Text my phone, uh, when you want it, I won't lack

Right my wrongs, if I say sorry, please come back

I got my shit, know I'ma track yeah

I got a need for it, I call it my passion

Quit hatin' on me, cause bitches find me attractive

My bitch gotta be obsessed with me, or we won't happen

My money come in bags, this shit is fantastic

I stretch my bands out like rubber, yeah, elastic

Got a fine selection of bitches, the baddest

Hoppin that truck off the drank, you know I'ma crash it

I'm so petty, booted up, I'm ready

Yea keep it steady, It's quiet, pop a deady

Yeah, this shit stank

I know way more than you think

Brought an army, yea a tank

Yeah, I do this for the fame