Petty (Ft. Mr. Porter) Lyrics
[Intro: Mr. Porter]
Yeah yeah!
Yeah yeah!
Uh!
Uh!
[Verse 1: Mr Porter]
My girlfriend got a bad habit of leavin' me alone at night
She must've thought that she was better off havin' her own times
She must've forgot that I'm a grown man with a long pipe
She read me wrong I ain't that fuckin' type, I'm a fuckin' flight risk
I hug on this new thot so fuckin' tight you gotta separate us with a butcher knife
Argue with her 'til we're [?] and I escalate it to another height like
Your man crush money drive a Hyundai on a Sunday? I'mma set it on fire (Hmm)
He ain't got no money bitch plus I'm funny and my petty on high
I give a damn what your girl say (nope)
Y'all acting, upstagin'
He ain't Jay, you ain't Beyonce
I know you think that this is upgradin'
But this is more like Eric Andre and Rosario doin' comedy and origami on a promenade in front of a Cardi B concert (Whoop!)
It makes no sense, no sense (No!)
Go ahead call me a liar (Yeah!)
Yup, your man is tired
He caught a flat tire, called you to Google how to change the tire
Man, both of y'all ass is fried
And that's your man, that's your man, huh?
This is really what you sayin'?
I look down on you 'cause I'm higher up
You lost your job I'll hire ya
Let you work to get the first month deposit on your new house then fire ya (cold)
I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin'
I know I'm a petty-ass man
Bitch, God in my heart
You workin' on me though
This a start
[Chorus:]
Petty
Petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty (Ah yeah)
I'm petty
I'm petty
Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty (Ah yeah)
Wait a minute
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
I'm a petty bitch
Are you ready bitch?
To eat some spaghetti bitch
Who a steady bitch?
Let me see yo titties
Let me see yo ass
You is white trash and you know I wanna smash
Cougars, and Ubers
Yachts, and docks
Thick ass socks
Give me all she got
Percocets and Tylenol
More of that and Adderall
I'mma show you how to ball
I'mma show you how to ball
I can't buy you Gucci, I just want this coochie
Fat nasty ass with a dirty ass booty
Ah, bitch I'm conceited
Ah, take this money, you know you need it
Ah, bitch, you drive for Lyft
Ah, I hope you drive off a cliff (Bitch!)