Groovy

Gang

Nigga then turned up fuck 'round and put a tan on your bitch

Then that pussy had seen us pull up deep he ran out the bitch

In my BM car I'm fucked up pulling scams out this bitch

Been reading art of war the opps don't stand no chance in this bitch

I got to feeling myself she want me put my hands on her, yeah

200 dollar dates be damned if I spend bands on her, shit

Okay, and you won't take that charge we know you like to talk dawg

That condom make me soft bae I prefer to raw dog

Gang out, watch them hoes gone fan out

Fifty dollar lamb chop plates, still walk with my pants down