LiL C4SH - PETTY LIL THIEF (feat. 1MIKEE)

Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yea

Yea said you was gone ride for me
After all dis time still changed on me
Yea
Got me looking over shoulder like what they gone try
Put a knife in yo back when you leave

Niggas change up, and dese bitches be green (Yea)
Too paranoid I'm with myself so I just be clutchin the heat
Struggling all the through my life so I steady be chasin the green
Swear I just cant see what it be
Yea Said I Never be lucked up said dey keep faking on me
Yea I meet some new people but I swear they'll still do me the same
Yea Like how you gone say that its love and you leave

Like how you gone say you gone keep it and buck and you changed
Yea the shit that you talkin I never believed
Yea like I said Imma Hit if she get in my range
But that petty lil bitch trynna fuck for a fee
When I wanna stuff up sum knots in my jeans
Like I swear ian trynna be mean
You Can't sit to my right or my left
Yea its quiet as kept but I know you a petty lil thief
Yea hold on to dem stripes you cant get em off me
You My dawg in dis life I can't change on my gang
Like how imma jus sleep tight all this pain and my back gotta knife
While I jus keep chiefing this leaf

Like I know you ain't doing me right
But I still ain't just ask you to leave
Like ian jus feeling too good on dis night
So imma jus be at the crib, by myself where I be

Yea I'm From The West
But my pops from the East
Spend a check I feel like at my peace
Booted up out my mind at the trap
Yea we dere everyday like we got us a lease

Yea my Potna say tap In 4 the low on the P's

Know that I got that za pack
Know that I stay booted up off that za and that lean
And I gotta watch my back now
You ain't have to take my heart
You a petty lil thief
Say a wicked witch is all I see
And I'd rather catch a vibe
Say she just might be perfect for a demon

Lemme tell you some you wouldn't imagine
Smokin on za while 12 on the right I'm passin
They get behind me go fast
Good thing I'm driving anybody else might crash
And that shit right there tragic
That day right there just might just be my last
And lately I'm like fuck the past
Cause I don't never think bout that
In this bitch with C4
I call that boy cash (Cash)
Know that bread I need more
I'm trynna get in my bag (Bag)
If they play with me tho I wack shit like Mad Max
And no one safe with me tho less they Gang like yeah yeah

Yea yea like don't push up with that hatin ass tone
A. like I only Be round my Bruddas
C me Den You'll C my brothers get the Dough
Remarkable she trynna see how my pockets feel
We come up w/ some shit we ain't wrote off da dome
Like why you ain't tell me you was jus rappin like dis

Now I'm poppin shit now its known
Now I hop on da mic and jus flo
I be workin so hard I be sore
Yea my ig name really matchin my pockets
Yea da realest shit I never wrote

In real life niggas really not trying dis goofy shit
Like I swear ian threw wit dis nigga
Why wouldn't I jus have me a fye When I'm steady inna stu
And I'm steady jus coutin dese figures
Like I know ian never goin broke
And I know I ain't da one dat just sold
Yea Like why did I think you the one
Yea like dese bitches crossin me like
I Cant share my heart no more
I run it up got dis shit off da floor (Yea)
Da bottom of dat bitch imma hit when I score
Like yea keep droppin shit they bitin
While I'm jus hot as fuck jus chillin
Like jus give a dog a bone

Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yeah

Written by:
Christian Frazier

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