Groovy Lyrics in English – NBA YoungBoy

-{Intro: YoungBoy}-
(Pipe That Sh*t Up, TnT)
(DMac On The F**king Track)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Ooh
I Got It On Right Now

-{Verse 1: YoungBoy}-
I Don’t See Why The F**k They Be Tryna Act Like I Ain’t That Thang
When They Already know how I Been Holding these Ms
When They know We Left Opps Dead Soon As We See Them

Taking It From The North To The Jet
From The Cell To The House That’s Sitting On Top Of The Hill

Come And See How I Live, B*tch, What?
Come Check It Out Before You Ready To Talk
I Got These Foreigns That’s Sitting In Row
Whole Lot Of Plaques That’s Going Down My Wall

I Got Some Sh*t That I’m Waiting To Put On
I Got Designer I Ain’t Never Worn
I Just Got Me Some Sh*t I’ma Mix With VLONE
Ain’t No Stealing My Drip (Ain’t No Stealing My Drip)

Tell These N**gas “Don’t Trip”, ‘Cause I Got It On Me
Ain’t No Sense For The L!ck If You Ain’t Gonna Cl!ck
‘Cause You’re Bound To Get Killed If You Run Up On Me

I Wasted Some Bummy, I Got Whole Lotta Money
Keep Me A Fat A*s Real Bad B*tch
Got A Whole Lotta Kids I Stack It Up For
These People Be Talking About Me Like They Know Me

And I Got The Condo, Bought The Aston Martin
And I Never Stay Once, So Never Catch Me Folding
I Got Tricks And Techniques Like I’m —?

Shawty A Freak Inside Of The Sheets
She Turning A Whole Chanel In The Water
Look At My Neck And My Wrist, It’s A Faucet
B*tch, I’m Way Too Saucy, So I Bought It

-{Chorus: YoungBoy}-
Hold On, Ooh, Ain’t Never Met A Slime Like This Before
Hold On, Ooh, She Ain’t Never Had A N**ga Buy Her This Before
Hold On, Ooh, Paid For A Lotta Sh*t, Kept Most Of These Close
I Had More Than Three -{Cappin?}- On My H*es
And I Come And Get Jiggy (And I Come And Get Jiggy)
I Get Groovy On These H*es, Whole Lot Of Sticks With Me
All These Shooters That’s My Bros
I Check Out, Fly Sh*t From Out Her Bentley, Huh?
These N**gas Be Lacking My Codes (They Cray)
These N**gas Be Lacking My H*es (They Cray)
Your H*e Wanna Stay In My Home (They Cray)

-{Verse 2: YoungBoy}-
This H*e Wanna F**k In A Rolls
Got Heater On Top Of The McLaren
My Stylist Be Stunting Me Up, Feel The Love
Don’t Know Where It Started, It Got Me Like “Damn”

Ain’t No Taxing The Rich, And That Is Including Me
Get Around The Bases And Beat Uncle Sam
You Be Talking That Sh*t, But You Know Who I Am
—? This B*tch Said Whoever I Down
Whip Out My **** And Lil’ Shawty Said “Damn”
I’m Richer Than Richard, Ain’t Playing With You Means

See, I Ran It Up Quickly, Less Stress Is On Me
And Inside One Deal Gotta Know That It’s Given
I Got Your B*tch Up Inside Where I Live
Helping Me Pick Out Clothes, I Give Her The Business

So Many In That Thing, And I’m P*mping, Not Switching
I Got These Chains And I’m Living Now
Come Get Your B*tch Back Like Bowling Ball (Baow)

I’ma Start The ‘Vette And The B*tch All Great
Every Come, Real Rockstar, N**ga, Sweat
You Can’t Laugh Too Hard, You Gone Get Your A*s Smashed (Baow)

N**ga Sitting On The Skyline, Writing On Track
Switcher From The Back, Then I Permanent N**gas Red
‘Cause It Be The Same Color As My Thing

-{Chorus: YoungBoy}-
Hold On, Ooh, Ain’t Never Met A Slime Like This Before
Hold On, Ooh, She Ain’t Never Had A N**ga Buy Her This Before
Hold On, Ooh, Paid For A Lotta Sh*t, Kept Most Of These Close
I Had More Than Three -{Cappin?}- On My H*es
And I Come And Get Jiggy (And I Come And Get Jiggy)
I Get Groovy On These H*es, Whole Lot Of Sticks With Me
All These Shooters That’s My Bros
I Check Out, Fly Sh*t From Out Her Bentley, Huh?
These N**gas Be Lacking My Codes (They Cray)
These N**gas Be Lacking My H*es (They Cray)
Your H*e Wanna Stay In My Home (They Cray)

-{Outro: YoungBoy}-
Damn, That’s Crazy
That’s Crazy, Bro
These N**gas Be Liking My Clothes
They Be Tryna Steal The Swag
These N**gas Be Like My H*es
Damn, That’s Crazy, That’s Cray