Lyrics Penz to Benz - Roney, Murda Beatz

Penz to Benz

Yeah man
I’m fuckin' wit' Murda
(I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder n shit)
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
And all of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
All of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend
Roney was strippin' the chicken
I did not like to bag a lot
I had to pick up the Smithin
Momma told me that i had to stop
Bitches they callin' me daddy
My childern just chill like a patty
I’m in the kitchen wit' an Oz'
I’ma turn an hunned to a cattie
Get more pussy than a pantie
Like Marge with the Maggie
Rappin' and they call me Ron Dawg
In the trap they call me Andy
I’ma take a break from the rap game
Got a baby 9 i’m on mat' leave
Hit his block wit' a boomerang
Throw shots like frisbees
Murder got me traumatized
You can see it in my eye
Ridin' in the backseat
Roney he don’t need to drive
Yesterday was in the cell
Punched a nigga in his eye
Now i’m on the road makin' tracks with that Murda guy
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
And all of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
All of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend
Roney was whippin' the work
I had to go get a fatter pot
Turn a half to a bird
Probably the reason i brag a lot
She wanna fuck on a burk
We lookin' out for the work
I hate it she givin' me smurks
Tellin' me she wanna squirt
Labels were givin' me deals
But niggas was sendin' me hits
I’m really the best in the six
But i just got outta the bin
The forty that’s right on my waist
The .22 right by the shin
The way that i do it, it’s magic
I turn a nigga into a lint
I will rock a man to sleep like a lullaby
I’m screamin' don’t get close
Opps like he kinda right
That Roney guy, walkin' with sticks like a porcupine
And all you niggas bitches and i don’t do hermaphrodites
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
And all of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend
They wanna see me penz
I just got outta the Benz
I am not wearin' a vest
You niggas just aim for the legs
All of my shooters want beef
They only eat at the Keg’s
All of my niggas is dead
I do not want a new friend