YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 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 niggas "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 nigga
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 niggas be likin' my clothes (They cray)
These niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga
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 niggas be likin' my clothes (They cray)
These niggas be likin' my hoes (They cray)
Your ho wanna stay in my home (They cray)

Damn, that's crazy that's crazy, bro
These niggas be likin' my clothes
They be tryna steal the swag
And these niggas like my hoes, like
Damn, that's crazy, that's cray