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Fre$h
Fre$h
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50 Cent
50 Cent
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Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
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Charleston Davis
Charleston Davis
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some broke **** flexin' on the 'Gram
I crack the grain, I'm just bein' petty
My ex postin' pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, I'm just bein' petty
Too fascinated with doin' the bid, y'all just bein' petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks
I'm just bein' petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin' so loud
So high, I hope we come down, yeah
I done ran them bands up, ain't nothin' they can tell me
I was bein' patient, y'all was bein' petty
Now we 'bout to pop, sparklers and confetti
Yeah, everything else straight, we turnt (Slick)
In the snapback and Supreme shirt (Sick)
Celebrate the money that the team earned (Lit)
Stand too close, get your weave burnt (Oops)
But you sparkle like it's January first (Damn)
I been there, ****, do your research
Couple cornrows, go grill to the label
I'ma need a whole meal 'cause these rappers just dessert
Started from the bottom like I'm puttin' pants on
Now we spillin' champagne on the Samsungs
I don't make trap music or dance songs
It's a bunch of other side hitters, leave your fans on
'Cause every day I see
[Verse 2]
Some broke **** flexin' on the 'Gram
I crack the grain, I'm just bein' petty
My ex postin' pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, I'm just bein' petty
Too fascinated with doin' the bid, y'all just bein' petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks
I'm just bein' petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin' so loud
So high, I hope we come down, yeah
I done ran them bands up, ain't nothin' they can tell me
I was bein' patient, y'all was bein' petty
Now we 'bout to pop, sparklers and confetti, yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm a rich **** still gettin' **** robbed, I'm just bein' petty
**** act like they want that smoke with me, but they ain't ready
When they say they gon' pull up, we be standin' round
Waitin' with the 30s
I done did so much dirt I ain't even got to get my hands dirty
That bitch be all in your house
I done been all in her mouth
Is that what this shit all about?
This petty shit gotta stop, boy
Don't make me get a chill, hit at ya, slap the shit at ya
Her pussy so good she got you trippin' through the hood
But she ain't into ya, she pretendin' to fuck with you hard
So you can blow the bag, kinda bitch wouldn't?
[Verse 4]
Some broke **** flexin' on the 'Gram
I crack the grain, I'm just bein' petty
My ex postin' pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, I'm just bein' petty
Too fascinated with doin' the bid, y'all just bein' petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks
I'm just bein' petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin' so loud
So high, I hope we come down, yeah
I done ran them bands up, ain't nothin' they can tell me
I was bein' patient, y'all was bein' petty
Now we 'bout to pop, sparklers and confetti, yeah
[Verse 5]
Roll up a joint, won't pass it to no one
I'm just bein' petty
Fuck in the night and the mornin' time, I pay for the telly
Stingy like a only child, I'ma hold it down
Spend a couple thou' for a pack of loud
****, I will front and you are backin' down, down, down, down
This is a party to me, look at my roof
Like damn, it's so 'tarded to me, I sold the 'base
Like I was part of the beat, fuck you in all of the sheets, yeah
I went to work with them plastic bags, I stuff 'em, they ready
I treat it like bailin' my folks in the cell and still got a cellie, hello
[Verse 6]
Some broke **** flexin' on the 'Gram
I crack the grain, I'm just bein' petty
My ex postin' pictures of her new man
So I smashed her friend, I'm just bein' petty
Too fascinated with doin' the bid, y'all just bein' petty
Kick them outta my section, make room for the chicks
I'm just bein' petty
So many hoes in the crowd
Gave us some coke and a smile
This weed we smokin' so loud
So high, I hope we come down, yeah
I done ran them bands up, ain't nothin' they can tell me
I was bein' patient, y'all was bein' petty
Now we 'bout to pop, sparklers and confetti, yeah
Written by: Charleston Davis, Curtis James Jackson, Tauheed Epps
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