Petty ft. IIPrime Lyrics

We gon' start this shit with no interruptions

Thank you motherfuckers for your inspiration

You ain't know

I'm guessing you ain't know

It's a problem to bringing stresses here to G.I. Joe

I get petty than a motherfucker here the details

I put it on this beat so I guess I mean well

They overshadow all I do like Mr. Spreewell

The favors that I did looking out

Well here comes rain you in need from your drought

I'm drowning all you bitches with the waterboard

Think twice now for the motherfucking drama yours

Please don't hit me with that bullshit

I got the ammunition ready for my full clip

Better have a premonition in lines that I'm dishing

Then and now ain't forgiven

I'm guessing you ain't know

Lord, Lord

I'm guessing you ain't know

This is first team shit all petty

Speaking out your neck it's a bet right

We finna get your head right

Cause I believe when you can't

I'm sorry that my goals all in reach you should faint

I'm about my reputation

I guess times change but I'm loyal to the game

Bitches acting frivolous but steady rock my chain

Make it make sense

I don't really mind being generous

I'm watching niggas turn trick

Bitch, you should tell me what your gender is

Yeah

Yeah

I'm guessing you ain't know

Lord

I'm guessing you ain't know

This is first team shit all petty

I'm guessing you ain't know

Lord, Lord

I'm guessing you ain't know

Know

Oh, I'm guessing you didn't know

ODB is old, dirty bitches in the coffee store

Spit two hundred words with two different flows

Laughing at you slipping on the Non-slip floor

I'm getting petty than a Motherfucker, dollar store

Makeup got you living as a single mother

Goldfish, gold digging, bitch cum guzzler

You and off brand Cardi but if Cardi was a street hustler

Fuck saying something nice

And fuck three foot angry birds with heads full of lice

Dick riding off the pheromones and stealing my time

So I hope you ain't next, go and roll my dice

Oh shit, my dice rolled on you

Remember we was homies back in school

Asked for a lap, I'm guessing we wasn't cool

Bullshitting best friends to onions in my stew

Your album was nothing but throwaways

Honestly, nevermind, just throw your whole flow away

Pissing on your track, I'm Ludacris

To this dissing game, you not niggas

So get used to your donor ways

The living legend, born and raised

Lucky I don't fuck your bitch in eight different ways

The way the bars roll off in an elegant way

Have a nigga blasting his diss every day, bitch