Petty

[Intro] Yung Lan on the track It's your boy Versace Man [Chorus: Young Scooter] Scooter trap rollin’, yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin’ Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin' If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin’ Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin’, hustlin' I rerock the weed, money doublin’, doublin' You a petty hustler, watchin' another nigga's sack You a petty hustler, and I can’t be around that, Street [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Petty ass nigga, stay the fuck from 'round me I got out my situation, now I'm 'bout to sign me Every day a lituation, all these Freebandz 'round me You ain't even worth a ten, why the fuck you 'round me? She set her baby daddy up, bitch, you a petty ho I'm from Lil Mexico, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mexico I built my name off stretching dope like elastic I really made a couple million off plastic They hit me with the gang charge, it's a petty case My name heavy in the streets, nigga, you featherweight You never made it to a brick, you moving petty weight Brought out like fifty bricks today, they gone the same day, Street [Chorus: Young Scooter] Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin' Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin' If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin' Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin', hustlin' I rerock the weed, money doublin', doublin' You a petty hustler, watchin' another nigga's sack You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Throwin' this money amazing, I'm goin' crazy, I'm in Magic on the stage No shirt, ten chains, I ain't ashamed, I ain't come to play games Fuck it, you got enough money, you just gotta shoot it, you ain't even gotta aim, yeah I'm with 'Set, free Tay, yeah Ain't no cap in my game, yeah Rolls Royce switch lanes, yeah Ain't no dirt on my name I'm in the Westin gettin' loads off I still'll pay a J to drop a ho off Let 'em play one time, I'ma go off I done got rich, I don't need to show off I can keep sippin', I won't even dose Nigga still livin' like I'm kicking doors We caught him slipping, had to wipe his nose I'm standing tall on 'em, ten toes I got some bros still selling loads Try to wave motion, we switch hoes Know I done blew a mil' on clothes Had to cut off my phone, yeah Trap keep on rollin' Told them folks I'm gone [Chorus: Young Scooter] Scooter trap rollin', yeah, it's bunkin', bunkin' Street, can I get some credit? You ain't nothin', nothin' Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin' If your trap ain't hot, it ain't bunkin', bunkin' Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin', hustlin' I rerock the weed, money doublin', doublin' You a petty hustler, watchin' another nigga's sack You a petty hustler, and I can't be around that, Street