Groovy
Groovy
Might sound years ago or years ahead
And years ago when you was broke
Nigga nigga, you remember what you said?
Who put it in your ear that you would be the one to switch the girl from P to D
So many niggas I love, caught up with the damn PD
My diamonds dancin' like P. Diddy
Sometimes they make me feel pimpy (make me feel pimpy)
Could be doin' way more outside of buyin' out the store
I ain't got to wash my hand, so much I done ran out of soap
My dawg Evan just told me cook it, the Billy's you been goat
Armageddon I seen the dove flyin' straight through the far grow (yeah, yeah)
The realest shit I never poked, crush my weed on it then I smoke
And to the women I provoke, I'm better off alone
Sometimes I wanna be around myself, I drown it out with hoes
I drown it with smoke, I'm drownin' in an ocean full of anxiety
And purple soda, you don't wanna hit my Fanta, leave
I use too much I'm bogus
Nah baby you don't want this (uh uh, baby you don't want get that right now)
No self-promotion on my campaign
Reppin' the whole gang, hole facts I
Stay with the Zero like Stanley Yelnats
I'm my city hero but the real city heroes is the melanated steppers
With the hole in the wall spots
Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers
I'm on another prism, got my own Smisms
Name 'em better out with them, reason I don't f*ck with 'em (uh)
A bunch of damn punk, these niggas all Ponzi (yeah)
Schemin' on the young, do whatever for some money
Ballin' but I'm still about my city like LeBron be
Smokin' on this fronto leaf
Lungs black as Chauncey
We just lost Kobe, now the whole league bout to be shut down (Kobe)
They dropped a whole plague, wow, I'm cryin', Holy God (holy)
I've been up four days, 'fore I notice, I got no sleep, uh
It's heavy on my head like Colgate on my own wave
Hit up my homies, feelin' lonely, I won't come in now
They only comin' out, it's the one they pay me out
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
Okay, okay
(Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers)
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Groovy
Groovy
Might sound years ago or years ahead
And years ago when you was broke
Nigga nigga, you remember what you said?
Who put it in your ear that you would be the one to switch the girl from P to D
So many niggas I love, caught up with the damn PD
My diamonds dancin' like P. Diddy
Sometimes they make me feel pimpy (make me feel pimpy)
Could be doin' way more outside of buyin' out the store
I ain't got to wash my hand, so much I done ran out of soap
My dawg Evan just told me cook it, the Billy's you been goat
Armageddon I seen the dove flyin' straight through the far grow (yeah, yeah)
The realest shit I never poked, crush my weed on it then I smoke
And to the women I provoke, I'm better off alone
Sometimes I wanna be around myself, I drown it out with hoes
I drown it with smoke, I'm drownin' in an ocean full of anxiety
And purple soda, you don't wanna hit my Fanta, leave
I use too much I'm bogus
Nah baby you don't want this (uh uh, baby you don't want get that right now)
No self-promotion on my campaign
Reppin' the whole gang, hole facts I
Stay with the Zero like Stanley Yelnats
I'm my city hero but the real city heroes is the melanated steppers
With the hole in the wall spots
Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers
I'm on another prism, got my own Smisms
Name 'em better out with them, reason I don't f*ck with 'em (uh)
A bunch of damn punk, these niggas all Ponzi (yeah)
Schemin' on the young, do whatever for some money
Ballin' but I'm still about my city like LeBron be
Smokin' on this fronto leaf
Lungs black as Chauncey
We just lost Kobe, now the whole league bout to be shut down (Kobe)
They dropped a whole plague, wow, I'm cryin', Holy God (holy)
I've been up four days, 'fore I notice, I got no sleep, uh
It's heavy on my head like Colgate on my own wave
Hit up my homies, feelin' lonely, I won't come in now
They only comin' out, it's the one they pay me out
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
Okay, okay
(Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers)
Groovy
Might sound years ago or years ahead
And years ago when you was broke
Nigga nigga, you remember what you said?
Who put it in your ear that you would be the one to switch the girl from P to D
So many niggas I love, caught up with the damn PD
My diamonds dancin' like P. Diddy
Sometimes they make me feel pimpy (make me feel pimpy)
Could be doin' way more outside of buyin' out the store
I ain't got to wash my hand, so much I done ran out of soap
My dawg Evan just told me cook it, the Billy's you been goat
Armageddon I seen the dove flyin' straight through the far grow (yeah, yeah)
The realest shit I never poked, crush my weed on it then I smoke
And to the women I provoke, I'm better off alone
Sometimes I wanna be around myself, I drown it out with hoes
I drown it with smoke, I'm drownin' in an ocean full of anxiety
And purple soda, you don't wanna hit my Fanta, leave
I use too much I'm bogus
Nah baby you don't want this (uh uh, baby you don't want get that right now)
No self-promotion on my campaign
Reppin' the whole gang, hole facts I
Stay with the Zero like Stanley Yelnats
I'm my city hero but the real city heroes is the melanated steppers
With the hole in the wall spots
Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers
I'm on another prism, got my own Smisms
Name 'em better out with them, reason I don't f*ck with 'em (uh)
A bunch of damn punk, these niggas all Ponzi (yeah)
Schemin' on the young, do whatever for some money
Ballin' but I'm still about my city like LeBron be
Smokin' on this fronto leaf
Lungs black as Chauncey
We just lost Kobe, now the whole league bout to be shut down (Kobe)
They dropped a whole plague, wow, I'm cryin', Holy God (holy)
I've been up four days, 'fore I notice, I got no sleep, uh
It's heavy on my head like Colgate on my own wave
Hit up my homies, feelin' lonely, I won't come in now
They only comin' out, it's the one they pay me out
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
You tryna flip the bitch oh no
Miss my exit, relocate
Ten check engine light came on
We ain't tryna tell you set this off
Okay, okay
(Good lemon pepper, that just go with your momma at the church with your brothers)
Writer: Christopher Smith Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing