Young Scooter, Lil Baby - Petty lyrics

Yung Lan on the track
It's your boy Versace Man

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

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

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

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

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