Pinny Pinchin (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Gang

[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this sh*t come with action
Tryna dive into this deep sh*t, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My b*tch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this b*tch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my b*tches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that n*gga trigger happy

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
Lil' bro finger itchin', n*ggas penny pinchin'
I ain't even gon' act like I ain't been there, it's just been a minute
They see me out and then salute, n*gga, I been lieutenant
Ex-b*tch tryna spin back, but her subscription ended
Huh, b*tch, you know it's over
Been locked in, had to put my family on my shoulders
Ever since I got this chain, my heart been gettin' colder
Big chop hold 5.56s, this b*tch shoot out boulders
Big chop hold .223s, if it hit you, it's over
n*ggas die for f*ckin' with me, somebody should've told 'em
Catch an opp smokin' in his whip and shoot it 'til it's totaled
Damn near smacked the plug, he told me he ain't mobile
sh*t, imagine gettin' smacked 'cause you ain't had no ride
sh*t, imagine gettin' fapped 'cause you ain't had your 9
I was touchin' ten before nine, ain't even have no job
Before we go and slide, I pray to God they send an opp to God
Man, we got so many shots, can knock your entourage
Found a Trojan in her purse that ain't my condom size
Get on beats and f*ck it up, Tay Keith, you think I'm dramatized
Park the Jeep, then I hop out on feet and leave sh*t traumatized, uh
Uh, that's gon' go over n*ggas' heads
If I want him dead, ain't nothin' else to be said, they bring his head
I get mad, see red, start tuckin' n*ggas in like, "Make your bed"
Pull up, get the head, then leave the b*tch like, "Catch me if you can"
Knew we wasn't gon' last, she woke up and she turned on Sexyy Red
Glock 23 jumpin' out my hands, this b*tch got Jordan legs
Gallerys, look like I'm movin' in, it's paint all on my pants
[Chorus: Luhh Dyl]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this sh*t come with action
Tryna dive into this deep sh*t, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My b*tch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this b*tch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my b*tches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that n*gga trigger happy

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Ah-uh, the hood still turnt, smackin' off the work
b*tch throwin' that ass up in a circle, smack it while she twerk, huh, huh
That 'ñejo one of one, I smacked it with a Perc'
Uh, almost smacked a groupie b*tch 'cause she was tryna flirt (Hold up)
Huh, imagine gettin' smacked because you horny
Ain't no warnings, chopper be done clapped a n*gga front his daughter
Huh, place your order, we can get a n*gga dead or pay your mortgage
b*tch, a movie clip up in this stick like shoot a horror film
Uh-uh, spin the block with extra bullets, we got more of these
Ah, spin the block like one more time 'til ain't no more of them
Uh, ten milli' backflip, make his forehead split
Naw, AR hit him in his face even if he real, n*gga
Uh, instakill, whip a brick with Enfamil
He can't shoot it like he used to, n*gga look like Bradley Beal
Rich as f*ck, ain't gotta steal, still'll take a n*gga life
Naw, I rerock whatever I want, that sh*t had bought me new ice, now listen
Blick with the serial number scraped to get a n*gga scraped
A beam on the top for the aim, we not 'bout to chase
Like shoot a n*gga just for actin' crazy, now he laced for real
Naw, this be my mood every day, can't blame it on no pill
Rapper dressin' goofy like a b*tch, then treat him like a b*tch
n*gga wanna go viral 'bout somethin', go viral 'bout this
Tall n*gga lackin' out in public, FN get him clipped
Or hit him in sh*t, off the dribble, don't run, don't trip, huh
Still'll put the pistol down and stomp a n*gga
Right hand slump a n*gga, by myself, ain't had to jump a n*gga
Or that shotgun might make him look like one of them krumpin' n*ggas
Get to flushin' n*ggas, on my daddy, get to rushin' n*ggas, talk
b*tch, I feel like Bron Breakker when I get to flexin'
Naw, my old gun like LeBron on the Lakers, my sh*t professional
Got a new gun look just like it, Bronny Junior with the vets
Like please don't get vexed, I'm gon' get a n*gga stretched, duh