Petty

[Intro: FBG Young]
Huh? GoDumb
You so petty (Hehe, Levi, you crazy)
Girl, you know you petty

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Young]
She got a fake Gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (Goofy)
VVS fugazi, boy, you know that shit ain't real
I'm a real nigga, so I'ma keep it real
See you flexin' in your Fendi, but you knowin' that shit ain't real

[Chorus: FBG Young]
You so petty, boy, you know you petty
You so petty, your diamonds so fugazi
You so petty and you be chiefin' reggie
You so petty, you petty, you petty, you petty

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]
I'm tired of these niggas (What?), why they always lyin'? (Stupid dummy)
I was doin' time somewhere while they was droppin' dimes (Let's get it)
I ain't tryna hear that fuckеry
A real nigga, so your bitch can't get enough of mе (Not Cash)
Statin' facts, girl, that Prada purse fugazi (Fufu)
Hermès belt, Swap-O-Rama (Fufu), that amaze me (What?)
You ain't foreign, bitch, you borin', what you talkin' 'bout? (And now we laughin')
Them ain't Gucci, goofy, them ain't never comin' out
You so petty, how the hell you get in with those? (Like what?)
Fake niggas, I could never be no friends with those (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I ain't petty, bitch, I do it like a boss (A G)
Your main bitch on my dick, how 'bout you tell her to get off? (Get lost, get lost, get lost)
You petty bitch, get lost, gang

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Young]
She got a fake Gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (Goofy)
VVS fugazi, boy, you know that shit ain't real
I'm a real nigga, so I'ma keep it real
See you flexin' in your Fendi, but you knowin' that shit ain't real

[Chorus: FBG Young]
That shit so petty (Uh-huh), boy, you know you petty
You so petty (Let's get it), your diamonds so fugazi (It's YoungGoDumb)
You so petty and you be chiefin' reggie (Bitch, it's YoungGoDumb)
You so petty (Clout Boyz), you petty, you petty, you petty

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Boss City Young and these niggas know that (Boss City)
You say you gettin' money (Huh?), your Instagram don't show that (Goofy)
Every time I come around, it's gettin' 'nat Kodak (No pictures please)
But I'm clutchin' on the .40, please don't make me blow that (Brrah)
And your purse gettin' 'nat "Unh-uh" and your shoes gettin' 'nat "Hell no"
Where you get them Gucci's from? 'Cause they don't sell them in the store (No, no)
And you chiefin' on that reggie, dopey-dope is all we smoke (No, no)
Hoola hoop pass in the room, might pass your ho, she do the folks, let's get it

[Pre-Chorus: FBG Young]
She got a fake Gucci purse, her bob, and her heels (Goofy)
VVS fugazi, boy, you know that shit ain't real
I'm a real nigga, so I'ma keep it real
See you flexin' in your Fendi, but you knowin' that shit ain't real

[Chorus: FBG Young]
That shit so petty, boy, you know you petty
You so petty, your diamonds so fugazi
You so petty and you be chiefin' reggie
You so petty, you petty, you petty, you petty