Penny Pincher

Blind in intersections, 'cause my left wrist is chandelier, ayy

Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch, I'm lit outside these instrumentals

Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers (come on)

If you spin with us, we bring it to your door like Rent-A-Center (come here)

Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Old nigga, you just talk about your past

Kenny Smith, comin' off the vert, my trap jumpin', nigga

Dennis Smith, I was worried 'bout a bitch, that was busy gettin' flipped (what the fuck?)

My YG's do hits for free, but I still just wanna tip

Two chopsticks, make the tables turn

That's a 'Saki bomb, polly pocket pistol in my pocket, that's a poly bomb

Ball bearings in your gun, spit fire, fuck a auto bomb

They let me hold the .9 as a jit, I was a cocky gone

I done kicked the door, now I'm signing right before closure

It ain't out of luck, but now my pockets filled with four-leaf clovers

Fake Blood posin', need a donor

That boy an underground rat, and I don't fuck with gophers

I blew up my dog Triplin, he got PMS (PMS)

I got a twinkle in my eye, might be VVS

And I got people on my side, they might be ZMF

I might let this fuckin' K pop, so please no BTS

Them boys ass, jewels glass, cracker shootin' in the grass

They threw a penny at me, threw a Hornady back at his ass

Brodie told me grab the gat, and hit the road, and head to Jackson

Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Dumar, and I came back with a stack

Yeah, my favorite thing to chase is cheddar cheese (on God, yeah)

Bitch tired of fuckin' with them lames, come fuck with Mr. Skii (Skii, yeah)

Pink fifties, blue Benjamins, I keep them in my jeans (cha-ching, yeah)

Bad bitch don't even go to church, she in here on her knees (ugh)

Shit I'm smokin' on exotic, you ain't as high as me (on God, yeah)

I done turned into a star, wasn't even trying to be (what the fuck?)

Bring my niggas to the table, 'cause it's time to eat (we eatin' good, nigga)

Bust it open every time, that's my kind of freak (ugh)

It ain't 'bout no fuckin' pape', you shouldn't have shit to say (shh)

I feel like Dumar, 'cause I keep this shit 1K (no cap, yeah)

On the road to riches, all my niggas on the paper chase (on God, yeah)

I'm a real-lifer, bae, these other niggas fake (facts, nigga)

Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch, I'm lit outside these instrumentals

Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers (come here, baby)

If you spin with us, we bring it to your door like Rent-A-Center (skrrt-skrrt)

Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Old nigga, you just talk about your past (green-ass nigga)

Kenny Smith, comin' off the vert, my trap jumpin', nigga

Dennis Smith, I was worried 'bout a bitch, that was busy gettin' flipped (what the fuck?)

My YG's do hits for free, but I still just wanna tip (grrt-baow)