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Penny Pincher

Dumar 1k
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Yeah, nigga, uh Grrt-baow Ayy, kill that shit the most, nigga, okay (Gentle Beatz) Yeah, uh, alright 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 Straight blues, in my pocket, like a Crip, I need a wheelchair (facts) I've been in the trap so damn much, they think I live there If you fuckin' up, and you in that bitch house, pay the bills there Even if she got a nigga, she got ass, I'ma still stare P nigga, yeah, I got real figures, yeah He moved out of town to dodge beef, we'll still get him He huggin' all on that bitch while they in the club, he real tender (he real tender) Send Popshit to do it, he get it done, he a real bender Yeah, sack chasin', sun up 'til sun down, this shit in my genes Hit her from the front, and turn her 'round, make that lil' bitch scream Can't believe the shit I'm doin' now, this shit was in my dreams You can't find a nigga that can show a dub, nigga, that's on my team Every time they think this shit a joke, we get the last laugh Last month we had smoke and put that shit out that fast Hunnid bows, split it up in twenties, five trash bags Poor petty penny-pinchin' ass, spent ya last cash Real hustler, when this shit get low, I don't panic (never) I just need another twenty-four, I'm a rubber bandit Swervo, I walk in the door, bitches get frantic I can change your life, let me lay pipe, I'm a mechanic I'ma fuck twice, pull up late at night and I vanish Bitch freaky like Janet, might go live like I'm Shannon Runnin' lights in McLarens, two seconds, I'm textin', "Here" 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)