Briel - Don't Turn Me Petty Lyrics

Ayy ye ahh
Ayy ye, Ayy ye
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought you was ready
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought she was ready
Ayy ye ahh
She got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
She got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought she was ready
Please don't get all petty out in public
That's the policy
She gone try to be the problem
Laying right beside of me
The way she ride the D
Like she was sweating out her calories
Grab the railing if we ever f*cking on the balcony
Another scratched foreign
Is a Woman scorned
She said she was heartbroken
Was war torn
She done hit the block
She done transformed
Through the rain storm
Different uniforms
Diamonds kettle corn
I don't like a witch
That's a tarot card
If her momma home
She ride it quiet like electric cars
Fire head pyromaniac
It was a charge
Connect the dots
F*ck the oops
Got her screaming
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought you was ready
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought she was ready
Ayy ye ahh
Please don't get all petty out in public
That's the policy
Please don't get all petty out in public
That's the policy
Please don't get all petty out in public
That's the policy
In public that's the policy
In public that's the
Put her on the roster like she the face of the league
Mì casà was Sù casà now you say you wanna leave
You used to hit my line now you impossible to reach
And you put up a wall thats impossible to breach
I be in my feelings like Aubrey I'm sorry
Her skin the color coffee
Her mommy living mossy
Pull up real saucy
She want a percentage of heart like some royalties
Give her less than more of me
I don't like a witch
That's a tarot card
If her momma home
She ride it quiet like electric cars
Fire head pyromaniac
It was a charge
Connect the dots
F*ck the oops
Got her screaming
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
Ayy ye ahh
It got petty
Ayy ye ahh
It got heavy
One rule not two
Never turn me Petty
I do what I do
I thought you was ready
Ayy ye ahh