Groovy Lyrics
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah
(DMac on the fuckin’ track)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
I got it on right now
I don’t see why the fuck
they be tryna act like
I ain’t that thing
(They know, they know)
When they already know
how I been holdin’ these Ms
When they know
we left opps dead soon as
we see ’em (They know)
Takin’ care from the North
to the jail (Ah, ah, ah)
From the cell to the house
that’s sittin’ on
top of the hill (Bitch,
let’s get it)
Come and see how I live,
bitch, what? (What?)
Come check it out ‘fore you
ready to talk (What? What?)
I got these foreigns
that’s sittin’ in row (Ah)
Whole lot of plaques
that’s goin’ down my wall
I got some shit
that I’m waitin’ to put on
I got designer
I ain’t never worn
I just got me some shit
I’ma mix with VLONE
Ain’t no stealin’ my drip
(Ain’t no stealin’ my drip)
Tell these n***** “Don’t trip”,
’cause I got it on me
Ain’t no sense for to live
if you ain’t thinkin’ clear
‘Cause you’re bound
to get killed
if you run up on me (On me)
I went just from bummy,
now I got a whole lotta money
Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch
Got a whole lotta kids,
and I stack it up for ’em
These people be talkin’ ’bout me
like they know me
And I got that condo buildin’,
Aston Martin
And I never stay once,
so never catch me foldin’
I got tricks and techniques
like I’m…
Shawty a freak
inside of the sheets
She turnin’ a whole Chanel
in the water (What?)
Look at my neck and my wrist,
it’s a faucet
Bitch, I’m way too saucy,
and somewhere unbothered
Hold on, ooh,
you ain’t never met a slime
like this before
Hold on, ooh,
she ain’t never had a n****
buy her this before
Hold on, ooh,
pay for a lotta shit,
can’t pronounce
most of these clothes
I had more than three,
can’t pronounce some of my hoes
And I come and get jiggy
(And I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes,
whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters,
that’s my bros
I jumped out fly as shit
from out her Bentley, huh?
These n***** be likin’
my clothes (They cray)
These n***** be likin’
my hoes (They cray)
Your ho wanna stay
in my home (They cray)
This ho wanna fuck in the Rolls
Got hit on top of the McLaren
My stylist be stuntin’ me up,
feelin’ lovely
Don’t know where it started,
it got me like “Damn”
Ain’t no taxin’ the rich,
and that is including me (Me)
Get ’round the bases
and beat Uncle Sam
You be talkin’ that shit,
but you know who I am
Try me, die in this bitch,
tell whoever I dare ’em (What?)
Whip out my ****
and lil’ shawty said “Damn”
I’m richer than Richard,
ain’t playin’ with you mean
See, I ran it up quickly,
that’s sixty somethin’ million
Inside one deal,
gotta know that it’s given
I got your bitch up inside
where I live
Helpin’ me pick out clothes,
I give her the business
So many,
they thinkin’ I’m pimpin’,
I switch ’em out
Like I be changing my linen out
Hit your bitch,
like bowlin’ ball (Baow)
I’ma slid the ‘Vette
and the bitch all Black
Abercombie denim,
real rockstar n**** swag
You can lean too hard,
you gon’ get your ass smashed
(Baow)
Nissan on the skyline,
ridin’ on track
Shoot you from the back,
then I paint my nails red
‘Cause it be the same color
as my flag
Hold on, ooh,
you ain’t never met a slime
like this before
Hold on, ooh,
she ain’t never had a n****
buy her this before
Hold on, ooh,
pay for a lotta shit,
can’t pronounce most of these
clothes
I had more than three,
can’t pronounce some of my hoes
And I come and get jiggy
(And I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes,
whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters,
that’s my bros
I jumped out fly as shit
from out her Bentley, huh?
These n***** be likin’
my clothes (They cray)
These n***** be likin’ my hoes
(They cray)
Your ho wanna stay in my home
(They cray)
Damn, that’s crazy
That’s crazy, bro
These n***** be likin’
my clothes,
they be tryna steal the swag
And these n***** like my hoes,
like
Damn, that’s crazy, that’s cray