Testi Penny Pinching - Philthy Rich, Icewear Vezzo, KrispyLife Kidd

Penny Pinching

Fuck they talkin' 'bout? We in the D right now\nPhilthy just pulled up (Funk or Die)\nAyy, I’ma take off right here, though\nVezz, you come right after me\nAyy\nYou can never fuck my bitch, boy, you be penny pinchin'\nI’m really up, I pro’d up sixty racks, it took me twenty minutes\nMy right arm swole, I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach\nIt’s probably 'cause I got on two presis like I want attention\nYou know they finished\nIf I wing my actual ho, you know I’m hittin'\nDeep dish Forgiatos, when I stop, the F’s still spinnin'\nMy chain cost a hundred fuckin' thousand, man, this shit ignant\nMy bitch ain’t got no waist, and when I fuck, I go deep in it\nYeah, tryna slow us up, but we just keep winnin'\nThem niggas sick as hell they broke, yeah, them boys need fixin'\nYeah, still’ll grab a pint and I come remix it\nOnly had that Wraith for a week and I got three tickets\nRich as fuck around this bitch, yeah, I got all the shooters\nHit the club with dog shit, yeah, I’m a party pooper\nA hundred thousand in my pants, that’s why I’m hardly movin'\nYeah, we really ballin' 'round this bitch, them niggas hardly hoopin'\nLook, a thousand on these Gucci boots I probably wear one time\nHad this Rollie for five years, but never set the time\nA honey bun, all pink fifties, my bitch scammed for it\nNo disrespect is tolerated, we won’t stand for it\nTri-color chandelier, Yachtmaster too\nYour favorite Instagram model, I done bagged a few\nRolls truck cost four hundred, I ain’t add the taxes\nFive hundred stuffed in the safe, I ain’t add the mattress\nIt take time to be the boss\nBag them 'bows and ship 'em off\nWe got scopes on all the rifles\nPlay with gang, we pick you off\nI was whippin' at my granny’s\nServin' junkies, bumpin' dog\n'Wood stuffed with five grams\nI’m blowin' smoke like an exhaust\nWhat you need? We got it all\nI ain’t playin' with you, baby\nClose that door and take it off\nRockin' Off-White, not Lacoste\nI been winnin', what’s a loss?\nPourin' sixes in my cup and I ain’t even have a cough\nHow you ballin' with no crib? Lil' nigga, knock it off\nCrosses on my neck, you know I’m sinnin', fuck a codefendant\nPull up with my stick and blow the bitch, give my bro the stick\nYou know I’ll get my bro to hit, I’ll ho the bitch\nMost the niggas with me Rolling Crip, boy, who you jokin' with?\nI know they ain’t, they ain’t never notice me, I’m poppin' out\nI’m with gang gang, come approachin' me, we drop 'em down\nWelcome him to Choppa Town, show him how that chopper sound\nI ain’t NLE, but we’ll make a nigga walk him down\nAyy, ayy, bitch, we in the D active\nBitch know I got it for the low, but I’m still taxin'\nFeds keep watchin', we in the trenches and we still trappin'\nMy main bitch, you know I got a bitch, but I’m still mackin'\nThe opp niggas posted on the 'Gram, but we still laughin'\nBuilt this shit up from the ground, it’s like we did magic\nMake a bitch nigga disappear 'cause the streets tragic\nEatin' lamb chops in a longsleeve, in the snow smashin'\nJust 'cause you got security don’t mean you kinda safe\nPop a nigga, burn his body in the fireplace\nI’m still meetin' my plug where the Lions play\nCan’t say my name, boy, if he don’t use a K\nI’m still trippin', doin' donuts in the fastest rental\nI laughed when I seen dog had a Jag' rented\nIf I buy the pussy, do that mean I got some ass rental?\nFuck your vibe, in your section kickin' over all the liquor\nThese niggas talkin' crazy, I’m the real shooter\nI’ll make these niggas skinny, who the biggest loser?\nI be clowin', me and Philthy and I fuck with Toohda\nI’ll make that chopper sing, you can call me Luther\nI be beatin' on the work, I’m a real abuser\nAnd I come from the dirt, I’ll sleep in sewers\nMy mama know I shit first, she call me manure\nI got ice around my wrist, who the fuck is your jeweler?\nYeah, bitch, I ain’t from Africa, I’m from East Warren Seminary\nLook up Boyz, bitch, you see my picture in the dictionary\nReal savage life, been totin' straps since elementary\n2021, we puttin' niggas on obituaries\nUh, Range Rover Anniversary\nBitch, we rock two or three Cubans, not no rosary\nLil' bitch pussy so good, it put a curse on me\nLame niggas from the hood, «Lil Perry, put a verse on me»