Penny Pinching

[Intro: G.T.]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Fuck they talkin' 'bout? We in the D right now
Philthy just pulled up (Funk or Die)
Ayy, I'ma take off right here, though
Vezz, you come right after me
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
You can never fuck my bitch, boy, you be penny pinchin'
I'm really up, I pro'd up sixty racks, it took me twenty minutes
My right arm swole, I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach
It's probably 'cause I got on two presis like I want attention
You know they finished
If I wing my actual ho, you know I'm hittin'
Deep dish Forgiatos, when I stop, the F's still spinnin'
My chain cost a hundred fuckin' thousand, man, this shit ignant
My bitch ain't got no waist, and when I fuck, I go deep in it

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, tryna slow us up, but we just keep winnin'
Them niggas sick as hell thеy broke, yeah, them boys need fixin'
Yеah, still'll grab a pint and I come remix it
Only had that Wraith for a week and I got three tickets
Rich as fuck around this bitch, yeah, I got all the shooters
Hit the club with dog shit, yeah, I'm a party pooper
A hundred thousand in my pants, that's why I'm hardly movin'
Yeah, we really ballin' 'round this bitch, them niggas hardly hoopin'

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Look, a thousand on these Gucci boots I probably wear one time
Had this Rollie for five years, but never set the time
A honey bun, all pink fifties, my bitch scammed for it
No disrespect is tolerated, we won't stand for it
Tri-color chandelier, Yachtmaster too
Your favorite Instagram model, I done bagged a few
Rolls truck cost four hundred, I ain't add the taxes
Five hundred stuffed in the safe, I ain't add the mattress

[Verse 4: Toohda Band$]
It take time to be the boss
Bag them 'bows and ship 'em off
We got scopes on all the rifles
Play with gang, we pick you off
I was whippin' at my granny's
Servin' junkies, bumpin' dog
'Wood stuffed with five grams
I'm blowin' smoke like an exhaust
What you need? We got it all
I ain't playin' with you, baby
Close that door and take it off
Rockin' Off-White, not Lacoste
I been winnin', what's a loss?
Pourin' sixes in my cup and I ain't even have a cough
How you ballin' with no crib? Lil' nigga, knock it off

[Verse 5: Sterl Gotti]
Crosses on my neck, you know I'm sinnin', fuck a codefendant
Pull up with my stick and blow the bitch, give my bro the stick
You know I'll get my bro to hit, I'll ho the bitch
Most the niggas with me Rolling Crip, boy, who you jokin' with?
I know they ain't, they ain't never notice me, I'm poppin' out
I'm with gang gang, come approachin' me, we drop 'em down
Welcome him to Choppa Town, show him how that chopper sound
I ain't NLE, but we'll make a nigga walk him down

[Verse 6: Skeechy Meechy]
Ayy, ayy, bitch, we in the D active
Bitch know I got it for the low, but I'm still taxin'
Feds keep watchin', we in the trenches and we still trappin'
My main bitch, you know I got a bitch, but I'm still mackin'
The opp niggas posted on the 'Gram, but we still laughin'
Built this shit up from the ground, it's like we did magic
Make a bitch nigga disappear 'cause the streets tragic
Eatin' lamb chops in a longsleeve, in the snow smashin'

[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just 'cause you got security don't mean you kinda safe
Pop a nigga, burn his body in the fireplace
I'm still meetin' my plug where the Lions play
Can't say my name, boy, if he don't use a K
I'm still trippin', doin' donuts in the fastest rental
I laughed when I seen dog had a Jag' rented
If I buy the pussy, do that mean I got some ass rental?
Fuck your vibe, in your section kickin' over all the liquor

[Verse 8: Skinny T]
These niggas talkin' crazy, I'm the real shooter
I'll make these niggas skinny, who the biggest loser?
I be clowin', me and Philthy and I fuck with Toohda
I'll make that chopper sing, you can call me Luther
I be beatin' on the work, I'm a real abuser
And I come from the dirt, I'll sleep in sewers
My mama know I shit first, she call me manure
I got ice around my wrist, who the fuck is your jeweler?

[Verse 9: Team Eastside Lil P]
Yeah, bitch, I ain't from Africa, I'm from East Warren Seminary
Look up Boyz, bitch, you see my picture in the dictionary
Real savage life, been totin' straps since elementary
2021, we puttin' niggas on obituaries
Uh, Range Rover Anniversary
Bitch, we rock two or three Cubans, not no rosary
Lil' bitch pussy so good, it put a curse on me
Lame niggas from the hood, "Lil Perry, put a verse on me"