CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Penny Pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
Pu**y a** n***as probably cut from the same kitty litter
I'm on the b*t*h bumper, I ain't talkin' no fender benders
F&N bullets puttin' holes in any gender
N***a like "Ralfy f**ked my b*t*h, and he sent her"
N***a like "I'm f**kin' wit' the plug, he be hittin' my sister"
B*t*h ate hella d**k and he kissed her
N***as mad 'cause in my circle it's strictly winners
He ain't gettin' no loaf in the field, he just a beginner
B*t*h I been had the sack since Mr. Get Dough
They hate the team, but we still got the biggest loaf
You can sneak diss all you want, but you still broke
You can be a fake pimp, but I'm still a coach
I ain't finna chase you on a blade, but I still want dough
The number one draft pick, punk b*t*h, and you still a ho
Rap don't work, I can get it in the field fasho
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I don't have a dime for a b*t*h, I'm a penny pincher
One day I know he'll slip, he's a Henny sipper
They heard we got neck from his sister and we flipped her
They heard we took some dough from his momma and we chipped her
You were pillow talkin' with rollers, and you licked her
You paid her for the sex when you entered, and you tipped her
They told you shoot for the stars and you gripped it
Crushin' pills down to a powder, and you sniffed it
Keep a blicky, I used to walk in cla**rooms with it
Skippin' cla** wasting time in the bathrooms with it
Yeah you bought a gun, but you're slacking with it
Hand it over, 'cause I don't like how you're acting with it
Posting pictures on the 'gram, making captions with it
We were laughing at you, kinda sad about you
When you walk inside the room, watch how they act around you
Talking bad about you, flexing cash around you
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
Pu**y a** n***as probably cut from the same kitty litter
I'm on the b*t*h bumper, I ain't talkin' no fender benders
F&N bullets puttin' holes in any gender
N***a like "Ralfy f**ked my b*t*h, and he sent her"
N***a like "I'm f**kin' wit' the plug, he be hittin' my sister"
B*t*h ate hella d**k and he kissed her
N***as mad 'cause in my circle it's strictly winners
He ain't gettin' no loaf in the field, he just a beginner
B*t*h I been had the sack since Mr. Get Dough
They hate the team, but we still got the biggest loaf
You can sneak diss all you want, but you still broke
You can be a fake pimp, but I'm still a coach
I ain't finna chase you on a blade, but I still want dough
The number one draft pick, punk b*t*h, and you still a ho
Rap don't work, I can get it in the field fasho
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I don't have a dime for a b*t*h, I'm a penny pincher
One day I know he'll slip, he's a Henny sipper
They heard we got neck from his sister and we flipped her
They heard we took some dough from his momma and we chipped her
You were pillow talkin' with rollers, and you licked her
You paid her for the sex when you entered, and you tipped her
They told you shoot for the stars and you gripped it
Crushin' pills down to a powder, and you sniffed it
Keep a blicky, I used to walk in cla**rooms with it
Skippin' cla** wasting time in the bathrooms with it
Yeah you bought a gun, but you're slacking with it
Hand it over, 'cause I don't like how you're acting with it
Posting pictures on the 'gram, making captions with it
We were laughing at you, kinda sad about you
When you walk inside the room, watch how they act around you
Talking bad about you, flexing cash around you
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
I'm a street n***a that you wouldn't wanna beef with
The type of n***a that you woudn't wanna sneak diss
F&N bullets rippin' all through your cheap denim
I'm gettin' hunnids out the b*t*h, I ain't no penny pincher
